Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear me, happy birthday to meeeeeee!
So today is my 24th birthday. I don't really feel like it's my birthday, but the calendar assures me that it is. It's stange how much less exciting birthdays get as you get older. I still try to maintain my childlike level of birthday excitement, because being excited about things is fun, but it feels kind of fake. Especially this year. 24 is my last birthday before the serious ages begin, as far as I can tell. Next year, I'm a quarter century; after that I enter my late 20s. Then 30s, then 40s, etc. I'm not particularly afraid to age (that's just a boldfaced lie, actually I am afraid to age, but I know I shouldn't be), but turning 12 seemed a lot more magical than turning 24.
Be that as it may, I'm going to try to enjoy my "special day." If nothing else, at least there will be presents, and we're going out to a nice dinner with Susan and Tony.
Having a 9am class on my birthday is probably not helping me feel celebratory. Perhaps my post-class nap will change my mood. :)