I'm conflicted.

So apparently J.K. Rowling has not ruled out another Harry Potter book. Part of me is excited for the adventure, and part of me is screaming, "You've based your entire coming of age process on those stories, another one could be detrimental to your already fragile emotional stability!" Another third part is also saying, wtf, what if she follows the new generation, and I have to addictivly read seven stories about Albus Severus Potter or whatever his name is?!?




J.K. Rowling, how you taunt me.


Here is the article, which is shorter than this post. Tell me what you think!

So far...

These are some of the things that have happened so far that have really helped console me to the fact that today, I am an adult (ok, I'm currently just pretending to be an adult, but I know the reality will eventually set in. Yuck)

One of my best friends, William called me at exactly midnight to sing to me all the way from Arizona (it was so well timed and perfect that I almost cried, almost).

Some of my floormates from last year brought me a doughnut at 3am and put a smile on my face.

Half of my best friends since I was five duo (they're twins) called me all the way from Seoul, Korea, just to say happy birthday and check in. I haven't really seen or heard from him in almost six months, so this also put a huge smile on my face.

Immediately following the call from Korea, my dad called, with birthday wishes, and talk of tuition (he wanted to make sure the school figured its life out and realized it would not be wise to drop me). Well the school figured everything out, and I love talking to my dad, so another smile.

All is well, I am crazy excited to hopefully see Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson tonight, so now I just have to think of how to spend my day... 

Thanks for reading,

Birdy

Here it is...

Midnight, my 20th birthday, I am in a tent in the court yard of my college improvising music with people I know, and people I don't. It's not as scary when you are distracted I suppose.




Still, don't remind me.

Peter Pan Momentum

She'd tell me 'bout Captain Hook and all of his men 
Who followed Peter with with a hook replaced as his hand
In those tales, bad guys seldom did win
So the Captain was eaten and Wendy had twins
Well that's the story as I recall
But I may have made up the end
Don't remember much at three feet tall
Except for when I'd say,
"Mom, let me go to Never Neverland
Let me fly for one day
And throw that fairy dust in my hair
So I'll pretend I'm flying away"
I'm flying away
Well to my surprise, I grew up too fast,
And that easy life of Tinkerbell never did last
So I silently dream myself far, far away
That I would be immortalized like Peter one day
And that's my childhood as I recall
Though in some ways it never did end
And now I'm standing, well, a little bit taller
Except for when I say,
"Mom, let me go to Never Neverland
Let me fly for one day
And throw that fairy dust in my hair
So I'll pretend I'm flying away"
I'm flying away
And though life is never easy as we as children read in the books
Where fairy dust could just fly you so far away
All I ask is that you leave me my imagination 
So I can pretend I'm flying away
I'm flying away 
And that is where I stay 
Right there in Never Neverland
I'd be flying, I'd be dying
For love and appreciation
Where mermaids would sing
And fairies would ring
Right down there in Never Neverland
And it's second to the left and straight on 'til morning
Or was it second to the right and straight on 'til morning?
In Never Neverland
In my Never Neverland



Lyrics by Scott Alan

T-Minus 1 day

So tomorrow's the big day, on my way back from class I saw a Happy Birthday mylar balloon stuck to the subway grate. Symbolism? Foreshadowing? Coincidence? Fate? Who knows, but it made me chuckle.


In True New York fashion it is rainy and muggy and wet outside, and forecasts claim it will be even rainier, muggier, and wetter tomorrow. I was hoping for a Central Park birthday picnic. It may just have to be postponed.


However Saturday is supposed to be pleasant and sunny, and a wise person once told me that when your birthday lands on a Friday, you get the entire weekend to celebrate. I have been waiting since I was told that for a Friday birthday, and Voila! here it comes, fast approaching!


Either way though, all is not lost, because hopefully tomorrow night will involve Andrew Jackson in his sexypants on Broadway.


Thanks for reading!
Birdy

Reminded of Home

Home Land

So I've been listening to music all day (I do this a lot when something is bugging me, like getting old on Friday) and this band called The Maine keeps popping up on my playlist. This is significant for two reasons, one they are from my home land AKA Arizona, and two a lot of their songs talk about things that have been on my mind (their music is also ridiculously catchy, but I digress).

New Land

Long story short(er), their music brought to light the fact that part of the reason becoming an adult scares me is because I am doing it in a strange land with new friends. Don't get me wrong, I love New York and the people I've met here, but I miss the familiarity back in Phoenix. I miss those people who know you so well that you don't have to tell them something is upsetting you before they start trying to cheer you up, I miss hugs that are so sincere they hurt. I just keep telling myself "I came to New York on a dream, I knew it might take me awhile..." but I mean that tends to just bring up VYT memories...

Haha I am so self pitying, I know, but in a new adult effort to suck less at life I have taken it upon myself to be my own cheer up squad and as such would like to share with the rest of the world two things that remind me of the good times back home, but also make me laugh like a five year old (life is about balance!). The End of Ze World (because there are worse things than turning twenty) AND Teen Girl Squad (because they look SOOO GOOD!)

The Little Things

Today while working on an Anthropology assignment that has been giving me a lot of problems, I got a bit of good news, a possible theatre to take me on and let me observe their "day to day" rituals for my paper on  the Theatre Community in New York. It was a little feat, nothing is certain, but still the news made me squeal a bit and do a little jumpy dance train wreck sort of thing. As I paused for breath I thought about how childish my actions must look, then I decided that even adults should be allowed to express emotions. It's the little decisions like this, sparked by little events, that may just make it possible for me to transition into adulthood with out causing too much of a scene.


Also, I wanted to note that anyone who is brave enough to read these posts that display just how "weird" my brain is, is more than welcome to post thoughts, comments, questions, stories of their own coming of age, advice, or really anything else they can think of. It all may just help me figure my life out for the time being. I'd like to end with a quote that a good friend and class mate of mine left on my facebook page last night.


 "I just read your blog. Your brain is weird but I dig it. Fuck adulthood I want to be a child" J.R.

Back Ground or Chapter 1

Welcome, to the story of my life as it's happening.


On this coming Friday (October 1st) I will be turning 20 years old, and for reasons inexplicable to most around me, I am scared shitless. Turning twenty signifies the end of my childhood, no longer will I be able to use the excuse, "I'm sorry I messed up, I'm just a teenager." Or "I know it was a stupid idea, but I'm young and impulsive!" Or a personal favorite of mine, "I am supposed to make mistakes, after all, I am just a teenager."


Although I know it seems illogical, people older than twenty have always symbolized "old people" and "adults" to me. As such I can't help but think that as soon as the clock strikes 12 and my birthday arrives I will have to start behaving like a real adult. To a person who still calls herself a kid, has a Disney coloring book stashed under her bed, sleeps with her coveted Elmo, and who often unintentionally tells people she is seventeen, becoming an adult is a big thing.


In other cultures that I grew up around becoming an "adult" occurred at a much earlier age. I attended Bar Mitzvahs, Bat Mitzvahs, and Quinceaneras galore, all of them initiating a friend into the world of adulthood. While the idea of a big party to celebrate the transition seemed like a good idea, I was always glad that I wasn't culturally expected to go through a similar thing. I am much more of a Peter Pan than a Wendy.


Now that I have gotten somethings off of my chest I suppose I should explain why I created this blog. I hope to come to terms with my quickly approaching adulthood by publicly exploring my views on what it means to be a child and an adult. I hope to accomplish all of this before the American Premiere of Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows. 


Wait what? Where did Harry Potter come from, why is it suddenly a factor? Well awhile back I was talking with my dad about generational names or something, it was a long while, I don't specifically remember, but I do remember him stating that my generation should be known as Generation P. The P represents Potter and as I near my coming of age, I can't help but think about Harry Potter and how his own coming of age saga influenced my personal views as well as those of many many others in my generation. Mr. Potter and his friends (and enemies), have been with me since I first became aware of myself as a small part of the world, or as I like to say, as a Global Citizen. In my mind, the stories I grew up with are an excellent parallel to figuring out who exactly I am growing up to be.


All this talk of growing up is making me dizzy though, and I have homework to finish, but you can be certain that I will continue posting until I have reached a happy balance between my life as a child and whatever it is that comes after.


Thanks for reading,
Birdy

Dressed up for the Harry Potter 7 Book Release