the haggard life of a near 25 year old

M.Poynter gave me my birthday present(s) yesterday, almost 2 months earlier than I should be receiving gifts. I guess he was taking a page after my parents, figuring that since he bought it already that I might as well get some use from them. he got me some great things.

• a hot tools 1 3/4" curling iron. i from now on shall have beautiful hair!! well okay, only when I have the time.


• the Process Color Manual. This will be fantastic for if I'm doing future freelance print jobs. and muuuuch cheaper than the pantone booklets.


• The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri. This is a book I've been wanting to read since i saw the movie...been told it's much better in book format.

awesome gifts! i love receiving things that I've been wanting for awhile. but it got me thinking... 2 months until I'm 25 is not very a long time. I seem to remember JUST posting last year about the horrors of turning 24. Aging is never a pretty thing. of course I knew it was going happening, but i don't think I fully realized that it was going to happen to me so soon. Plus 25 is SO much worse than 24. You know how when you round numbers as a kid in math, 25 is rounded up to 30? yeah, that's exactly how I feel. When you're 24 you're still sort of on the fence, but when you're 25 it's like you blink and you're 30! suddenly my body is creaking a wee more, my digestion sucks even more (although, i still largely blame this on india), i'm more allergic to things than I've ever been, and i'm carrying extra weight I can't seem to get rid of anymore.

I stumbled into the bathroom this morning, looked at myself in the mirror and realized that i looked simply haggard. when did this happen??? where did these bags come from?? wth is up with my face??? it's scary to compare my pictures from even just 2 years ago to now, noticing how fresh and youthful I used to look.

all that aside, mamma mia was just as claimed, "abba-solutely fabulous"! it was everything I imagined it would be: a feel good storyline, cheesy jokes, fabulous shiny disco jumpsuits, and ABBA... lots of ABBA.

*edit* oh yeah, i just remembered. the only minus to the night was this horribly stupid woman with the overly large head. maybe it wasn't so much the head, but the big ass hair. she kept leaning forward in her seat and her hair/head would block the entire stage! i kept wanting to grab her hair in my hands and yank her back into her seat screaming "you're blocking the BLOODY STAGE, YOU HAG!" ...but I didn't. heeh.