silena beauregard (ofaphrodite) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-05-13 21:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !network post, annabeth chase, charles beckendorf, silena beauregard, veronica mars |
I have officially found my prom dress. Hold your applause.
My birthday is in ten days. Very exciting, all presents can be directed toward 1910 where my manservant, Luke, will happily accept them on my behalf. (I will probably pay for that.)
The actual birthday is a fabulous thought, but more distressing is that I haven't decided how old I'm going to be. I was eighteen when I died, then I spent a year in Elysium, and now I'm here and alive again. Am I turning twenty? Does my birthday spent in Elysium count? Am I even technically aging here? Am I actually going to be eighteen forever, which sounds great in theory but would get really annoying in practice? These are all very real questions that I won't actually lose sleep over, but seem worrisome enough to think about.
Discuss.