The One with the Birthday Week

I have this (ridiculous) birthday tradition. Fourteen minutes ago was my third year with the tradition, does that make it officially traditional (that phrase rolls off the tongue - try it.)?

Every year, on November 20th, I'll start watching a movie really late at night. And when the clock strikes midnight, instead of turning into a pumpkin, I write down what was playing on the screen at the time my birthday officially begins (even though it's not 100% official until 3:26pm, but I digress).

On November 21, 2007, my 20th birthday, Rose had just jumped back onto the Titanic, and Jack was running to meet her at the grand staircase.

On November 21, 2008, Holly Golightly was sitting on Fred's fire escape, begging him to go to the bus station with her and Doc.

And just now, on November 21, 2009, Sam and Joon were talking about the cons of raisins as she picked raisins out of her tapioca.

I know this is a lame tradition, and I should be drinking my face off and lamenting another year, but I enjoy it. Last year I tried to plan what movie I'd watch, knowing what specific scene I wanted to mark another year with, but Breakfast at Tiffany's became a last-minute choice when I saw it in my DVD holder.

And I've been planning to watch The Sound of Music all week, but as I was walking home from Shopper's Drug Mart with my weight in Reese's Peanut Butter Cups (I'm only slightly exaggerating), it hit me that I wanted to watch Benny and Joon. And I'm not one to ignore my instincts.

All in all this has been an eventful birthday week. I got to see (and hold) the Olympic torch, New Moon came out and we went to see it (OOOOOOOMMMMMMMGGGGG!), I finished my last class of the semester (before my internship begins on Monday morning), and I finished work (no more old ladies = SQUEEEEEEEE!!!).

We (Brett, Yani, and I) went to the matinee of New Moon (Lou and I learned last year when Twilight opened on my birthday to not show up on opening night) this afternoon. It was better than the first movie because it was more like the book. And considering I hate this particular book most of all, that's saying something. Plus Robert Pattinson was shirtless a lot (Taylor Lautner can suck it - he has nothing on Robert Pattinson).

Fingers crossed that the weather stops sucking by tomorrow, that way the Parade of Lights doesn't get cancelled.