Anyway, I had a pretty good day today. Better than last year fo' sho', 'cause last year was a bit of a sad birthday. Not sure on exactly why, just a build-up of things. But this year I'm happy to say I've tried to have the best day I could. No homework, which helped the evening. Lots of people shouting 'happy birthday' to me at school (I'm an attention whore get over it), so it was a really great. Woot.
In terms of presents, apart from some money, my main present was that of a classic, red, Panton chair. It arrived a few days ago - quite obviously, much to the dismay of my parents who wanted to keep it as a surprise though I'd asked for it - from Mr. John Lewis and now I have it all to my own. Om nom nom, red curves. It looks a little fat from front-on, admittedly, but if you get it from side-on or from behind, it'll knock you out with its looks. It's quite comfortable too, but that's a minor aspect of the design (bear in mind my previous favourite design was Gerrit Rietveld's Red & Blue Chair). I took a few photos of it, just to get my first impressions, and they'll start appearing on John Too in the next few days. It certainly isn't the last you'll see of the Panton chair - it's so photogenic, it's worth a million photos. And I'll have to try my own version of the famous Panton chair fashion shoot. Expect less feminine poses from me, though, haha.
|Oh the curves. Oh the Danishness.|
|Obligatory rear shot.|
Now let's step out of the box. Out of the normality of everyday life. Exactly what am I celebrating here? The fact that sixteen of our human-defined time periods have passed since I, like seven billion other people on this Earth, was brought into the world. It's a pretty silly celebration, really. By saying "happy birthday", people could just as well be saying "you're a bit more developed in your individual human timeline which gradually leads up to your death". Haha, that was a bit of a morbid twist.
So yay, roughly 74 years until it's my stop and it's time to get off the Routemaster bus of life. Only there's nothing at the bus stop. And it's not a request stop, either. So 74 years to prove myself and try and make my life worth something.
On a lighter note, this birthday has been awesome. Expect more Panton chair pics, it's lovely! The day has to end now. Adieu!