is a long time.

it’s also how long i have known/been dating miss roxy. heavens, time flies. when you are mise…er, happy.

yay anniversaries!

and, for the record, i still love rachael madly. also, r, i am happy to extend your contract through your birthday. then you will turn 25 and i will need to reevaluate things.

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i’m a little bummed/peeved. i went to look up some essays i wrote a couple years ago, and they’re gone. poof. i wrote them before my hard drive died and after i had backed things up. i was certain i at least had some paper copies. nope. i can imagine myself right now, packing up to move out of claremont, and efficiently putting them all into a ’shred’ pile with a sense of great satisfaction. gr- irritating! good news is that even without reviewing them for inspiration/focus i think i just created a first draft of something which may not be utter crap. we’ll see. things always look different in daylight. maybe it will be good though- i have a feeling tomorrow will be a great day.

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so our wednesday night burrito/tv group watched the first episode of kid nation last week. i meant to write this up last week, but i obviously failed miserably.

vulture loved it (and i love vulture), but it appears the numbers were solid as well. in fact, while our group agreed to watch the first episode, there was no obligation to continue watching. after john had a few beers and loosened up, after we all seemed to enjoy it, after i decided it would be our new ‘heroes’*, it looks like we will be continuing to watch.

if you missed it last week, you might be able to catch-up. and if not, don’t worry — just watch tonight and revel in the seemingly immoral idea of putting 40 (now 39) children in a ghost town to fend for themselves, while manipulating the environment just enough to make them cry at every turn.

* heroes sucks.
our group watched the entire first season, though i had reached a decision on it by about 7 episodes in. we finished it to be complete. but the sheer joy i have gotten from reading (on vulture, again) that the season premiere didn’t do well is enough. i suppose this makes me a bastard, taking glee in it failing. but really, they brought it on themselves.
by sucking.
i’m just sad its taken months and months for it to be realized.

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now this is what i am talking about.

(i was looking for proofreading ads on craigslist and this got returned in a search.)

it makes me smile in some funny, weird, almost interested way.

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welcome to the pretend over-the-hill. the next big birthday you’ll have will be 40, so you have started the climb!

in typical tripp fashion, present #1 is in the mail (though it is being shown as delivery on something stupid like the 13th of oct, which is horribly annoying) and present #2 should get dropped in today or tomorrow.

(and i’m sorry to everyone whose birthday i can’t remember. i asked one time, people told me and then i lost the list. hell, put ‘em in the comments and i’ll bust ass to try and remember. let’s keep in mind that it only took 4 years of dating petunia plus another one or two years of scolding after that for me to learn hers.)

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as my thirtieth birthday rapidly approacheth, it seems confusing to me that i am not reacting to this milestone with more…something. people keep asking me how i feel about it, and i feel like not having a reaction to the big 3-0 is the worst reaction of all. hallmark even apparently pays people to research the significance of these particular digits – but then again hallmark markets cards for things like “sweetest day” and “national mentoring month.”

you know i have always been at battle with the idea of really being an adult, reticence to entirely give up all notions of being silly and childish and adolescent. i used to describe this as “peter pan syndrome”, which i thought just meant a reluctance to grow up entirely, but wikipedia seems to define as something a lot more dysfunctional.

i perpetually think of myself in my early 20s. then i have moments of freakout driving through harrisonburg realizing the JMU students who cross in front of my car at stoplights are usually at least 10 years younger than me. my friend lisa, who is i think 36, and is pregnant with her second child, says she still doesn’t think of herself as an adult half the time and recognized herself in my perpetually-college-aged scenario. weird.

a tip-off that i am no longer the girl of my youth should have come when planning birthday festivities. it’s been interesting that this birthday has taken on some of the characteristics of new years’ eve – the pressure to plan something fantastic so that when people ask you what you did, you have something impressive as an answer and can shrug of the screamingly loserish tones of sitting at home by yourself watching tv as the rest of the world parties. i have found myself more happy with the idea of having a couple of friends over next weekend to hang out than with throwing one of my traditional alcohol-soaked ragers i think i am more known for.

i thought the tone for the fete had been pretty well set by the participation of quinn and wendy, who will be bringing baby noah with them next weekend when they come to staunton. i figured a couple with a baby would mean bottles of wine and chatting around the fireplace, or if the weather is nice, the screened-in porch – something low-key to celebrate my passage into a new decade.

then i got a message from wendy, the afore-mentioned mama of baby noah, saying how much she was looking forward to their visit and to … taking shots together. this initially surprised me, but then excited me. my mind started racing as i began plans for drinking games and daydreaming about the apple pie shooters i used to messily mangle with alice and jenny before going to psi u parties.

i guess my inner 21-year old might not be ready to go down without a fight after all.

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i’m stuck in an all day meeting. i want to poke my eyes out. oh man it hurts so bad.

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