It's five days after my birthday, and 20 doesn't feel that much different than 19. I don't think the getting older part of my birthday was what I was dreading so (I mean, 20 is NOT old.), but instead I always dread the present giving time. 1) I don't feel like I deserve any presents 2) I don't like that people who may or may not have the money may or may not feel obligated to get me a gift. All in all, I got what I did want- a t.v. from Patrick for my room in the apartment. Woo hooo! Really, I'm a lucky girl to have him (even though, like this morning, he can be sort of a turd).

Now, I must go find some coffee. I'm in desperate need.

20 is around the corner

Hey! Monday's my birthday! I'll officially be out of the teenage years! Actually, it's kind of sad...I don't want to be a grown-up!! Can we spin the dial back? Not that 20 is old at all, but it is kind of scary thinking about in just two years I'll be graduating from college, getting a real job, and getting married (living with Patrick, eeeeek! Just kidding!) Fortunately, and most definitely, kiddies are more in the 4-5 year range. I don't want to even try to think about that...okay, I've got to stop. I'm scaring myself.

(Will grad school keep the real world at bay for just a little bit longer???)

Anywho, it's been a boring weekend, and the forecast predicts it'll stay the same. Not doing too much celebrating of the birthday--whatever happens, happens.