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For my birthday, nineteen things about myself.
I am perversely proud of the fact that I can trace all sides of my family out of America in less than three generations.
I like the colors blue, green, grey, and orange. All-at-once-together.
My name means "pure heart" and it's always annoyed me that I don't really know what this is supposed to allude to.
It is my goal to grow up and be as cool as my parents. I hope I'm up to it.
I have never broken a bone. I have however, fractured my elbow opening a door.
I have very little patience with anyone, least of all myself.
Rock climbing is the most addictive stuff on the planet. Ten years and I still haven’t kicked the habit.
I don't tell people things unless they ask. How am I supposed to know they care?
Good books break my heart. I hate this.
I have an idea that I think could be a (BIG FREEEKING HUGE) step to curing both cancer and AIDS. However, CDC will not let me into their labs. (I have asked.)
I officially stopped growing older at eleven. As of today, I have turned eleven nine times.
I think this world would be a better place without compulsory schooling.
Currently I live in Albuquerque, New Mexico (elevation 5352ft). Excluding the first six months of my life when I lived on the Canadian border, and the year I lived on a Caribbean beach at age one, this is the farthest north, and lowest elevation I have ever lived at.
I'm a raving dyslexic.
I am both young and stupid, but this doesn't bother me because I know they are temporary conditions.
I auditioned for the top gymnastics coach in the country once, and almost made his squad. (This is quite the story actually. Maybe I'll write it out sometime)
I want my name to be whispered with respect at the meetings of the Kasbah of Complete Dorks (Order of the Grape).
I'm not a practicing Buddhist (anymore), but I do sit zazen every day.
I am still not sure if I'm a scientist who loves art, or an artist who loves science. Being as I'm eleven-the-ninth today, I don't know that I mind. I'll figure it all out in time.
Now, I quote Billy Collins at you, because it’s my birthday, and I can get away with such foppish sentimentalism.
The whole idea of it makes me feel
like I'm coming down with something,
something worse than any stomach ache
or the headaches I get from reading in bad light-
a kind of measles of the spirit,
a mumps of the psyche,
a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.
You tell me it is too early to be looking back,
but that is because you have forgotten
the perfect simplicity of being one
and the beautiful complexity introduced by two.
But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit.
At four I was an Arabian wizard.
I could make myself invisible
by drinking a glass of milk a certain way.
At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince.
But now I am mostly at the window
watching the late afternoon light.
Back then it never fell so solemnly
against the side of my tree house,
and my bicycle never leaned against the garage
as it does today,
all the dark blue speed drained out of it.
This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself,
as I walk through the universe in my sneakers.
It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends,
time to turn the first big number.
It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I could shine.
But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed.
Now, I quote Billy Collins at you, because it’s my birthday, and I can get away with such foppish sentimentalism.
The whole idea of it makes me feel
like I'm coming down with something,
something worse than any stomach ache
or the headaches I get from reading in bad light-
a kind of measles of the spirit,
a mumps of the psyche,
a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.
You tell me it is too early to be looking back,
but that is because you have forgotten
the perfect simplicity of being one
and the beautiful complexity introduced by two.
But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit.
At four I was an Arabian wizard.
I could make myself invisible
by drinking a glass of milk a certain way.
At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince.
But now I am mostly at the window
watching the late afternoon light.
Back then it never fell so solemnly
against the side of my tree house,
and my bicycle never leaned against the garage
as it does today,
all the dark blue speed drained out of it.
This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself,
as I walk through the universe in my sneakers.
It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends,
time to turn the first big number.
It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I could shine.
But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYY, MOST LOVED (AND KICKED) PERSON I KNOW! *SQUEEE* *HUG*
On Friday you shall have cake, balloons, two kinds of ice cream, AND a movie. Cause that's how much I loff you!
*uses the ICON*
billy colins rocks
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and sometimes... in public.
*is scandalous today*