It's official: I'm old.
Yesterday was my twenty-first birthday and, as Karen kindly pointed out, I'm only nine years away from being thirty. Great.
Yesterday was a pretty good day. I got up late, buggered on the Internet, got some presents, had some food and then went to see a film at the cinema. For a change we went to Punjab, the Indian restaurant of choice in Manchester, instead of Pizza Express, although I admit my stomach was warning me earlier on in the day... I was not keen on the idea until I'd been sat down at the table for a good ten minutes. I guess my stomach figured that complaining wasn't going to do much good and it should just shut up. From then on, things went well.
I'm not quite sure who arranged for Samia, Karen and Ceyda to turn up at Punjab (although I did know they were coming; women's intuition, that); I think it was a bit of a joint collaboration between Xiaoxiao and Bladu-chan.
But, the pickings were pretty good this year. I've got my first Bob Dylan print (which I hope to get framed soon) and the new fangled THE BOB DYLAN SCRAPBOOK from Xiaoxiao. Vlad gave me a Grave of Fireflies DVD *and* a card with an entirely appropriate iPod joke and I got a funky t-shirt with, well, a word* written on it, from Karen, Ceyda and Samia. Oh, and the coolest toy gun, which will unfortunately be getting binned soon, thanks to Vlad losing all of the little red plastic pellets (thanks for that).
I got a few cards too, although the best one was definitely the one I got from (this is getting tiring now, from now on I will use the acronym KSC to mean Karen, Samia and Ceyda) KSC (mmm, sounds finger lickin' good!). I personally think it was the fact that Karen used her official Chinese name chop that I gave her. To be honest, looking at it now I'm wishing I got myself one, they're so cool.
Well, that's it for now. I'm surprisingly tired, considering what time I got up, but I can have another day off tomorrow thanks to my wonderful lecture timetable (no lectures on Wednesdays)!