Things to Come

So, I've officially made some b-day plans. I'm going to have people first come to my place followed by a bevy of bars in my 'hood. I don't have any definite things in mind and will probably just see what unfolds. I do want a pinata filled with plastic bottles of liquor, though. I went to a bbq on Labor Day and they had a pinata filled with an assortment of candy and condoms. I can't remember the last time I attended a party with a pinata. So, hopefully someone will get me this. And bake me a cake. As my mom always says, a birthday isn't a b-day without cake. I hope a bunch of acquaintances and strangers don't come to my bday. I don't want random people there. I like bdays because sometimes you get surprises. Right now I don't have any expectations so hopefully I won't be disappointed with anything. I also don't want to be puking my guts out at the end of the night. I also want all of my guys to come and fight over me. I have another friend having a b-day party that night and I think it'd be cool if we combined them at the end of the night. I do wish my friend from Kentucky could come. She's turning 30 48 hrs before me but she lives too far away. She's supposed to come here in a few weeks anyway. I keep thinking about this 30 thing. I'm not as terrified as I thought I'd be. I mean, today my boss at Time Out was like: "Are you of age?" I was stunned. I'm like: "I'm turning 30 next week!" At least I still look young. Here I am almost 30 and I'm interning. I'm still living with people (although I have lived alone before). I'm still poor and struggling and not doing what I want full-time. I'm single with no hopes of ever settling down. Most of my friends are younger than me. I owe my mom money. I've never been overseas.Ugh. On the bright side, I still apparently look young and am at the prime of my life. I did live in L.A for 5 years which is more than most people I know can say. I know a lot of people who've never been there. I suppose it could be much worse but it also could be better. At least I'm not still stuck in Ohio living at home like my brother. I guess all I want is for everything to come together somehow. I really want a job at Time Out or a similar publication. I feel like I really deserve it and am good at what I do. It was always my dream to write for Entertainment Weekly and I think Time Out has very similar content and style. Now only if I could get paid for it.

My college days keep coming back to me. I mentioned how I met a guy at Time Out last week who went to my school. Today a girl Myspaced me wanting me to discuss how my experiences at Ohio University translated into me living in Chicago, or something like that. She too went to O.U. There must be some weird Chicago-Ohio University connection. A few weeks ago I saw a guy walking down the street with a O.U shirt on. I used to work with a girl who also went to school there. Ah, O.U. So long ago. Another random thing happened today. Apparently Ex Boyfriend is going to be in NY the same weekend as me. He's visiting his sister. I don't think we'll meet up because my friends hate him and his family hates me. Ironically enough, the last time he was in NY was with me 5 years ago. I told him to book the same flight. That'd be interesting.

Tomorrow night I'm going to a 3 hour open bar. That sounds a bit excessive. I mean, I haven't drank in two days! Hopefully my friend will come as I haven't seen this person in almost 2 weeks. That's a long time for me. Life is hard.