I am an antichrist, I am an anarchist

For another scant few minutes it is my birthday. Now I am officially... nothing in particular. Twenty-two is among the least interesting ages to turn, both numerologically and socially. Fittingly, I had a very laid back and normal day, without doing anything particularly special. Of course, on Monday I went to Six Flags with ladysprite, umbran, and tpau. (It was miserable weather until ladysprite convinced it to turn all bright and cheery, after which fun was had.) Yesterday I had dinner with my parents, and this weekend there happen to be three parties at which I will see a lot of friends from different circles. Nonetheless, being as none of these are scheduled specifically for my birthday, I feel a little bit under-celebratory. Perhaps I will get a bunch of people to come to a movie with me once something appropriate opens in a couple of weeks (light and fun without deep artistic quality. I'm thinking Charlie's Angels II).