I got some of my birthday presents early:
- EDIT: I forgot to mention this, but the Video Games Live concert was an early birthday present.
- a Wallace & Gromit DVD from pathvain_aelien's friend Elise
- Super Mario Galaxy 2 (including stragedy guide)
- paid LJ account extension from ellaina02
- $50 from my grandparents
I got these at exactly midnight: (Well, not exactly, but you know.)
- Super Mario Bros. movie from
- Moya Brennan CD from P_A (For those who don't know, Moya is Enya's sister who composes music in a similar style.)
- money for movies,
EDIT: If, due to some hole in the fabric of space and time, you can't tell, I'm terrible at remembering who got me what. :(
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At age 17:
Nicolo Paganini dazzled audiences with his virtuosity and pawned his violin in order to pay gambling debts.
Artificial heart developer Robert Jarvik began working on his first invention, a surgical stapler.
After giving birth at age 8, Nigerian girl Mum-zi became a grandmother at 17.
Rugby college student William Webb Ellis invented the game of rugby.
Author Joseph Conrad, wanting to be a sailor, first went to sea.
American author Jack London ran away to sea on a sealing ship headed for the North Pacific. After becoming a hobo and spending time in jail, he resolved to get an education.
Composer Felix Mendelssohn wrote his overture to Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream." By this time he had also composed twelve symphonies.
Walt Whitman began teaching school in Long Island.
The youngest player to play in a World Cup final, Pele won the match for Brazil, then passed out on the field.
Taylor Vincent attracted federal investigation with a fake hit list on his blog, even though it contained lines like "John Johnson, Jack Johnson, John Jackson, Jack Jackson" and such literary greats as Bram Stoker and Danté Aligheri.
Hailey writes: I've had a life long battle with depression and anxiety, and for as long as I can remember, I was never happy. One day, things got really bad. I ran away from home, attempted to kill myself (unsuccessfully, obviously), and the next day, I woke up and realized that I didn't really want to die. I made the best decision I've ever made by admitting myself into an institution. I was wary about it at first, because I'd been there before, but I thought it might be different, since it was my choice this time. The one thing that kept me holding on was a statement that my best friend made. She said that no matter how hard things got, no matter how hopeless I felt, things would always be okay in the end. I didn't believe it, oh, not at all, but I hoped that maybe, just maybe, she was right. I spent a week in that hospital, and it wasn't fun in the least bit, but it was without a doubt the best experience of my life. I learned so much about myself, and I got to be around people who were going through the same things as me. One day I told my doctor a big secret, something I'd never shared with anybody, and after sharing that with him, and eventually with my parents, I knew I was ready. I realized that that was the biggest thing holding me back, and letting it out made me feel so much better. I went home, and I saw the world with a whole new perspective. I appreciated the small things, the seemingly insignificant. I was happy to be alive, and excited for what each new day had to bring. I had finally taken care of myself, instead of putting others first. Now, I'm the happiest I've ever been, and I'm living (and loving) my life. I've managed to go from having such a bleak outlook on the world that I really didn't care to see tomorrow, to being one of the most optimistic people I know.