What does this say about me?

The Movie Of Your Life Is A Black Comedy

In your life, things are so twisted that you just have to laugh. You may end up insane, but you'll have fun on the way to the asylum. Your best movie matches: Being John Malkovich, The Royal Tenenbaums, American Psycho

If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?

I guess my family does "put the fun in funeral"...although it's getting to be far less fun by now.

I'm trying to wind down, post-fondue. Chris went to bed immediately after everyone left, but I have too much sugar in my system, and actual socialising with people, and all that. I need Meg around this evening, and maybe a Girls' Group girl who has stuck around for a while (or is staying the night, such as Becca), to sit in the middle of the floor and drink tea, and talk out everything that happened that night, and neglect the dishes until "tomorrow" (which could mean next week).

It ended up being a good birthday, although probably the strangest one I've had yet. Not only was it strange for being my first birthday away from home, but also my Uncle Lorne died today. That fact hasn't really became real yet (that's what happens when I'm so far away: I don't fathom changes back home), but it was strange getting lots of sad birthday greetings this afternoon. I guess it wasn't exactly a surprise, and yet it was, considering the fact that Ky and her family went to go seem him yesterday (and somehow I thought they'd gone today), and then next my sister was mentioning his funeral on Monday. And so it's not exactly real to me yet.

But I had a bunch of "the girls" over (Barb, Sarah and Mary-Ann), and we fondued (and actually managed to sit around the table), and played Payday, and I got all kinds of birthday phonecalls from people. People love me, and lots of people went out of their way to make me feel special today. And that made me happy, because I always feel insecure about my birthday. Not that I feel bad about aging. Not at all -- I spend an entire year watching all my contemporaries turn that age, and I progessively think of myself as my new age, and it feels like forever until my birthday. But I'm insecure because there's some little kid expectation in the back of my head that your birthday ought to be the greatest day of the entire year. And if things go wrong on my birthday, I either freak out, or frantically push the problems away that day, insisting that I must be happy on this day. And I often plan huge things for my birthday, because I'm afraid that it'll be forgotten (hang-over from pre-teen and early teen years of having few friends and being disappointed by my birthday, which seemed to underscore my friendlessness).

And so I think I'm rambling too much, and allowing myself too much to brood under the influence of quadracentenary reflection, crashing from sugar, gradual sleepiness, and all the effects of the day.

But I can honestly say that today has been a good birthday, and that I have people in my life who love me very much. And that makes me feel special, which I think everyboday needs on their birthdays.