The Week: Birthday Cake

It's MAY!!! I know, I know, I'm about 12 days late for this springtime celebration but still, it's generally one of my favourite months. Not just because it's my birthday month but because it's a fresh start: things are blooming, the weather is warmer, if I was in uni back in Canada, school would be over, and here only a month and a half-ish until I go back home :)

For my 21st birthday on Tuesday (true thoughts on that here), I spent the day in 8 glorious hours of class, with a nice nap in between. That evening my flatmates "surprised" me by putting candles on the cheesecake Vi made (18 to be precise - keeps me youthful) and presented me with the CUTEST strawberry purse, a bottle of nail polish and a gorgeous ring I had my eye on. It was a lovely evening.

People have been telling me I need to party it up while in Spain for my birthday, but honestly, birthday's are fairly trivial to me. Not other people's just my own. I have been trying for the past week to remember what I did last year but clearly it wasn't anything important because I can't remember for the life of me!

Wednesday, as we left our last class of the day (Portuguese), Vi and I were greeted with this scene:

We figure it was a warm up for the theatre production that was about to start down the street, but most people were just standing watching these homeless mimes (?) jump up and down in succession. Seems like it would have been an interesting play.

Friday I went for coffee with some girls from my geography class and we chatted and had a good time and they even paid for my (belated birthday) cake! ♥ That evening we had dinner at my place with one of our friends who unfortunately lost her voice and had to write on a notepad. One of Em's friends came by later as well and we spent the rest of the night watching really funny YouTube videos. It's what you do when you don't feel like going out. Fun times! (I ♥♥♥ YouTube).

The rest of this week shall be thoroughly unexciting as I struggle to do two major projects that completely suck and are due the same day. Ever try reading 200 pages of Jesuit recount of the conquest of Chile written in Spanish from the 1500s, where the pages are badly scanned copies of the 500 year old original? Don't ever try it. Sigh...

Happy Sunday :)

21

21. Wow. Twenty freaking one. Now I can drink legally drink in America. Yay!?! (But let's be honest, I only go to the States to shop.)

There isn't the much to turning this age, no real advantages to being 21. It is so much closer to 22, which let's face it, sounds for some reason a lot older. 21 means I am an adult (well, technically that was 20, but this is just another year of re-enforcing that idea). According to Yahoo Answers, it means that I should be able to make rational and mature decisions; childish thinking should be behind me and my life goals and plans ahead of me.

If this were Christmas and I were Scrooge, I would say "Bah Humbug!" to that. Rational and mature decisions? Last week I was seriously considering dropping out of uni for a bit because I'm fed up with it, while at the same time I was mourning of the sad dis-figuration of my beloved stuffed hedgehog, Hedgey. I can barely decide what I want for dinner most days, let alone what to do this summer, after graduation or for the rest of my life.

Don't get me wrong, I am so grateful that I have made it to another year and that I get to spend it in Spain with some awesome people and 8 hours of class. But sometimes I feel like that Rizzle Kicks song, When I Was A Youngster:

Back when I was younger,
I wanted to be everything on the planet,
Now that I am older,
It seems the ambition has vanished

Yup. Pretty much sums me up at the start of my 21st year on this planet. Confused, without ambition, lost, older.

Happy Birthday to me.