Things and Stuff.

In what...way... (movie quote)

Chris and I went on a date last night. Dinner AND a movie! That never happens. We saw Slumdog Millionarie (doesn't come out until Friday) and loved it! I recommend it to anyone who values an interesting plot, great execution, a decent soundtrack and nice cinematography. I was entertained and I believe Christopher even enjoyed it.

I hate having news I can't share. Hopefully I'll be able to do so in the near future. No, I'm not pregnant! Sheesh.

I'm turning 31 tomorrow and uncertain as to its meaning. I don't feel old by any means but saying 31 is odd. It feels awkward. Like saying you're 11 or 22. What does it mean? Why isn't there some significance? I guess it's only significant if you make so. Maybe this is my year! My year to shine? My year to do something new and exciting? Travel? More adult behaviors? I don't know. All I know is that it won't include children. Every year I get further away from childbreaing years is a small achievement in my eyes. That's just me. Marriage should not equal condoms. That's all I'm saying.

Stupid liver. No more news on that. I'm supposed to go visit another doctor but I'm in no mood for that. I'm waiting until the new year. Maybe there will be new news! News that the tumors are 50% of their original state. That'd be something to celebrate in the 31st year of life!

2 wks until this wretched christmas crap is over. It cannot come and go soon enough. 2009 is going to be weird. I think its' all the odd numbers that throw me off. I don't like 'em. I'm oddaphobic.

My grandpa is turning 100 years old very soon! It's so monumental that I cannot wrap my head around the concept. I don't pretend to imagine what it must mean because I feel like a child most days. Not because I behave childishly but because there's so much I don't know. About life. About politics. About the planet. About different cultures and land. About myself. It's interesting to think what 100 years of living could do to your vision of yourself and the world around you. How it must change so frequently yet some how remain constant. I hope I don't live that long. 75 is enough for me. I'd like to die suddenly or in my sleep but in a good state of health. I want to be mobile and sharp but get hit scootin' around town or something. No cancer or comas. Just death around 75.

I have no idea where all of this random information is coming from today but I hope you've pondered life while reading my mild catharsis.