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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 ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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).
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).
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