Anniversarys, sacriledge and absolute fiction within.

So. Here we are. 20 years since I popped from my mother's stomach like Alien; because she was too small to drop me from the vulva. Bless.

At any rate, yes. Here we are. I've heard a lot of people ranting on about how scary being 20 is (mostly girls, I must add) who say that hitting 20 is a dangerously depressing milestone in your life. Well bull to that. It's kind of cool. I mean, I'm only one day older than Friday, and the day before that I was 19. Strange how in one second, between and after midnight, you're not a teenager anymore and then suddenly you're 20, in a split-second. It's like you're one year older in that one second. You're not, of course, but it's a fun thing to observe. People don't fret the day, the minute or the second before their birthday, but the second the clock strikes 12, life is one step closer to being over.

As my friend said, I'm not a quarter of the way to being dead. Fun.

At any rate, fun times were had. I went to see Chicago on the Wednesday with my parents and some family friends as a gift, which was excellent, and then we went to lunch on the thursday. A BBQ on the Thursday night with some friends turned into a surprise, and mortifyingly embarrasing, if not heartwarming, party in my honor. Good friends, good times. I've spent the last couple of days with the other half, which is fun. Today, we went to the cinema; which brings me to my next point.

Angels and Demons. Part two of the "people-take-books-too-seriously" trilogy. I, fortunately, haven't read the books, and don't take any of them seriously, and as such I can say I enjoyed the Da Vinci Code, and enjoyed Angels and Demons even more. I love a good old religious conspiracy movie, even if they're fictitious, which the movies and the books are explicitly labelled as being. At any rate; strong cast, entertaining story. I'd definitely go to see it again. You take it as it comes, and I think a lot of people will enjoy it. I can understand not liking the books because they may be badly written, but I could go on and on and really don't want to.

In more depressing news, I have to get 2000 words done for Critical Theory for Friday. I should be able to crank the thing out when I get going, but I just have to start. Eh, maybe tomorrow.

Enjoy yourselves, folks.

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