Birthday plans

Yesterday was the official birthday. I got up early, did homework, and then decided to treat myself to a high fat morning pastry! Hooray!

I went to school, and spent the entire day struggling with classes and homework, and basically rethinking my entire decision to switch to an art major. 2D design and architectural drawing are both proving to be more mathematical than I am capable of--not to mention the math courses I am currently failing. Plus, 2D emphasizes absolute prefectionism (as does all other art courses), which I've spent some time trying to get over in my life--and now it's back! It's ok, it's gonna be ok. That's what my male teacher said when I had a female tear breakdown when calculating angles, and thus in classic male 'freakout over unknown female tears' style, he did the rest of my homework for me. Maybe this will work out.

Anyhow, I'm chalking it up to something hormonal and a day full of work on my birthday. To compensate for my lousy work filled day, my wonderful husband took me to dinner. And he didn't even complain when I made the hostess switch us to better seats. And it was quite a lovely warm day, and I did spend lunch out on the beautiful terrace of a new coffee shop discovered on the canal in Fremont.

But in my birthday obsession (I'm from one of those "birthday families"--you know the ones) I've declared today my Faux-Birthday instead, because I don't like crying on my birthday. I think the husband is a little nervous, because I'm such a big birthday person (he's not)--he's afraid I'm going to insist on Birthday Week or something, and he'll have to keep topping it every year, eventually turning things into Birthday Year. But I wouldn't go that far because I'm not sure my body would thank me for frosting bedecked morning pastries every day for a year. Or would it...mmmm...

So far I've done nothing but get a free pedicure today, and watched a little Martha. M is coming home from work soon, bearing gifts for Faux-Birthday. My request was an expensive night at 'Chez M'. My genius chef of a husband will be slaving away in the kitchen all day preparing me my favorite meals of his. woohoo! We even talked about going out later to see my favorite live performance of all time--Ghostland Observatory, playing at the showbox. Now all I need is for the rain to stop, and I'll be in Faux-Birthday heaven!