It's MAY. The month of parties and death. Literally, Copenhagen Zombie Crawl is coming up.
The internship has ended. I really came to like some of the children I was looking after, but the last week there was just beyond horrible. The Kindergardeners transferred to the school, and the whole place was just constantly grossly warm, swarming with small children and smelling like random farts. The last two weeks, I could hardly focus on anything because I was so stressed out about my exam, but I passed it with quite good comments from my teacher. My mentor from the internship was over the moon about it too, and I'm just as happy for her that she had a good experience with her first intern, as I am that I passed. Now it's back to school for 2ish months, then summer break.
My birthday was yesterday. 24 long years. I'd rather it just stopped now, I don't want to be older now. I feel super old.
I celebrated the day by having a small get-together with my nearest family at my dad's house. It was a very special party, as it was the frame of a verifying experiment. As you may know, my parents have been happily divorced for nearly 2 years now. They're still friends, and there's no bad blood or anything.
My dad got a new girlfriend pretty fast, and they've been together for a good while now. I decided to honor that by inviting her too, and by that, acknowledging the shift in our family dynamic. My mom wasn't overly thrilled that I'd invited the woman without asking my mom first, but had no problem with it. I hadn't thought it through and next time, I'll talk to my mom first.
Last year, I found the party to be stagnant and it felt really uneasy and staged. This year, the mood was cosy, everyone seemed like they had a good time and there was a really positive atmosphere in my opinion.
Next year will be different, because I'm turning 25, but I got exactly the party I wanted this year. My poor grandma was so worried that there'd be drama, she was nearly crying when she arrived, but she seemed positively surprised. She DID point out that my decision not to invite my uncle might cause consequences at my cousin's 18th birthday next Saturday, but he can literally eat a bag of dicks.
EDIT: My uncle got really pissed off that he wasn't invited, but oddly it wasn't really aimed at me. He's now pissed at mostly my dad because my dad didn't force me to invite my uncle. Had he forced me, I'd just taken my party elsewhere, and I'm glad that my dad knew that. My grandparents are angry at my dad about that as well, even though they were both at my party and appeared to have a nice time. I think they're all being incredibly immature and I'm pretty offended that they think of me as a child.
As for love, it's same old same old. I may be working on something, but it's a longshot and really not something I'm actually aiming for.
I'm looking forward to CZC. I think my special-effects makeup artist friend is doing my makeup (if not I'll just do it myself), which means I'll look extra creepy and dead this year. The guy I usually crash with isn't going this year, but I might crash his place anyway. Depends on how much homework he has, besides it'd only be for the night, as I'm going to my dad's the next day. We gotta be fresh for our fishing trip on Friday.
As you can hear, busy weeks. Things I should probably get done
- Survive the rest of May
- Motivate self to exercise
- Start cleaning up my life
- Seriously tho I have hoarded way too much