I need your help. I need ideas. I need… the perfect birthday. I’ll be turning eighteen this coming February and I want it to be something grand and memorable. A person only turns 18 once, and I want this to count. All my other big milestone birthdays have been pretty sad. 12 was pitiful – I was sick, early on in the toe ordeal. 16 – I had some great friends come to visit, but I was seriously ill again. Had pins in my toe and had to do birthday activities from a wheelchair. I want 18 to be happy, healthy, and fantastic. But I’m kind of lacking in the idea department. I want friends there. I want something fun.
I thought maybe a trip to Los Angeles would be funny, but the more I think about it the more I realize the last time I was in LA I was scared out of my wits. I can’t stand that city, so what would be the point in that? Las Vegas maybe? I could finally go see that Cirque du Soleil show I’m always talking about. But that city kind of scares me too. Hmm, an exciting location that doesn’t frighten me…
If I get that job I applied for then maybe that won’t be a problem. London, February 2003; Alastair, Matthew, Amanda, David, Olga, maybe even Robert if he could break away from school. Who knows. That’s a big handful of friends right there. Maybe I could convince Amber, Texas David, and Sujit to come out too and we’d all have a grand old time. Ooo, and what would a party be without Erick? Or Lindsay? Or all of my other lovely friends? What we’d do, though, I have no idea. But that’s entirely contigent upon me getting that job in Poole. Hmm.
Ideas. I need ideas. Ideas for London, ideas for DC, whatever. It has to be relatively cheap. I wouldn’t have to ask for any presents from my parents, instead I could ask for a cheap airline ticket or something. I don’t know, we can work out logistics later. Please, just spout off ideas and post them in my guestbook. My only request; keep it clean.
I didn’t do much today. I burned some CDs, I downloaded some fabulous short films from BMWfilms.com. Mmmm, Clive Owen’s yummy. Although, the more I think about it, the more I realize it’s probably not Clive Owen at all. Sorry, Clive, but It’s that oh so sexy Z4 Roadster. What can be said about it other than; MmmmmMmmm Good! 🙂 (Yes, I’m car crazy.) It’s a work of automotive art. The testing on the Autobahn is extraordinary. What I wouldn’t give to drive one, let alone own one. It beats the pants off the competition. But, of course, I would never object to the added feature of Clive Owen… in the passenger seat. 😉
I can’t wait for the next BMW movie to come out. The ads on TV look.. strange. Gary Oldman. How in the name of all that is good and holy did they get Gary Oldman to do that? And why does he look so… odd in the ads?
I should be getting to bed now. I have an appointment tomorrow to head over to a friends’ house to teach him all about mp3s – how they’re coded, how to download them, and how to burn them as audio CDs – and a few other things about making DVDs and such. Should be fun, even though it should be a very entertaining get together. He’s a big computer guru that works for a big telecommunications company, and he’s asking *me* to come over and teach him this stuff. I hope I know what he’s looking for, otherwise I’ll feel really silly. 🙂