Only anarchists are pretty...

So, here we are. Another year older, and a double digit year, no less. Double threes have to be lucky, yes? Perhaps. Perhaps I will make 33 lucky.

I've never really been a conformist. Or, I should say, I've never had too much trouble going my own way when I felt I ought, or going the way of the world if that seemed the right way to go. But the older I get, the less I care about labels or "supposed to" or things people tease me about. Tease away, I'm still going to be me.

So, out of the closet with it then:

-I bought an emerald green velvet cloak (it hasn't yet arrived, though). Not for Halloween, though I'm sure I shall wear it then. Not even because I'm still somewhat goth. Because I've always wanted one, damn it. I also bought matching fingerless gloves.

-I like fairies. Like the ones people draw with gauzy wings and such. I just wish magic was real, and sometimes I think it might be...

-Halloween will always be my favorite holiday. I can't get enough of crisp, spooky nights and haunted houses.

-I've got more vampire books that I have shelves for them. And a ton of films as well. And I just keep buying more.

A thousand thank yous to all the kind souls who came out and helped me celebrate, who made and/or bought me fabulous things, who provided CAKE (photos to come), and who sent well-wishes in any way, shape or form. You guys are the best.

I'm back. Hope to be able to write more tomorrow, but in the meantime, read this mass message I am mailing and posting all over the place:

I think I may have mentioned that I have a birthday coming up this weekend. Here are the celebratory details:

What: Diana's birthday celebration.
Where: Panic, at Darkroom.
When: Friday, August 31, 2007, sometime after 10 p.m.
Cost: Free before 11 p.m., $5 after that.

The usual rules apply:
1 - All are welcome.
2 - Feel free to forward this, I may have forgotten someone.
3 - I would love it if you could make it, but I won't be upset if you can't.

Cheers.


--D

I have a friend, who shall remain nameless, who is turning 29 soon. And it's causing her some trepidation. Shouldn't she have it all figured out by now? Isn't time running out? You may recall me waxing aboout such things, too, also when I was 29.

As I mentioned to her, we don't live in an everything-figured-out-by-30 world. There may have been such a world, once, but it's long gone now. And such wait, I'm not sure yet what I want to do feelings aren't exclusive to our generation and those younger than us. My own parents still haven't explored all of life's possibilities, and show no signs whatsoever of totally "settling down" (thankfully). My mum just went to her first KH gig the other night, then posted about it on Myspace. My dad has a gig with his band this weekend. Mum told me last night that she was going to be 27 again this year, because 27 was a great year. Fair enough, I say. I don't see any reason why she shouldn't.

So. Breathe in, breathe out. There's no test on all this. There really is no math, when it comes to living life at a pace about which we feel good. We just have to do what we have to do to make ourselves happy.

(No worries, everyone, about how philosophical this may sound. I'll probably be as fucked up as usual tomorrow.)