You asked me this before. And I believe I wrote you the answer then. But if it is required I can dig it up again from my old diary.

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[bells and whistles and confetti and balloons] Today is my birthday.

I'm nineteen now. It doens't feel very momentous. Nineteen is a very disconnected age. There isn't anything glamourous that goes with it. I don't feel old and I don't feel young. I'm not having cake and I didn't ask for my presents but my mother gave me a card. Birthday parties seem inapropriate at this time. It's odd. Life is odd. I'm listening to Bjork's Telegram and I'm so in love with it that it ought to be illegal.