So you say it's your birthday? Well! It's my birthday too hoo.
This year, "birthday" is weird! Part of it is being twenty, no longer being a teenager, and being weirded out by that. Part of it is that my birthday falls in that dead zone before finals, where it's not time yet to study but it's definitely time to start with the panic. (Because of that, I'm going to spend the day writing papers and printing out anthro notes.) Mostly, though, it's that "birthday" totally snuck up on me this year.
There are only a few things I want.
1. For this semester to be over.
2. For winter break to start; for Christmas walks with my uncle; for all the fun I'm going to have wasting time and writing alike, and the fabulous awesomeness that will begin December 28th.
3. For the need for "patience" to be made completely obsolete.
That's actually it, though of course I would never turn down men in tiny underwear and palm fronds and tickets to musicals and books and humorous cards and, of course, ponies.
I have received some very wonderful gifts and I know some very wonderful people; I am even lucky enough to have worked with some of them. I've done a lot of things while I was nineteen that I didn't do when I was eighteen, or seventeen, or any other year for that matter. I simply hope that being twenty will afford me the same incredible opportunities, and will see me just as happy--if not just as stressed out.
You guys are all wonderful and interesting and I don't know what I'd do without you. (Well, waste less time; or at least waste the same amount of time in less enjoyable ways. But other than that.)
There are only a few things I want.
1. For this semester to be over.
2. For winter break to start; for Christmas walks with my uncle; for all the fun I'm going to have wasting time and writing alike, and the fabulous awesomeness that will begin December 28th.
3. For the need for "patience" to be made completely obsolete.
That's actually it, though of course I would never turn down men in tiny underwear and palm fronds and tickets to musicals and books and humorous cards and, of course, ponies.
I have received some very wonderful gifts and I know some very wonderful people; I am even lucky enough to have worked with some of them. I've done a lot of things while I was nineteen that I didn't do when I was eighteen, or seventeen, or any other year for that matter. I simply hope that being twenty will afford me the same incredible opportunities, and will see me just as happy--if not just as stressed out.
You guys are all wonderful and interesting and I don't know what I'd do without you. (Well, waste less time; or at least waste the same amount of time in less enjoyable ways. But other than that.)