Another Year Older

Nineteen has to be one of the lamest birthdays ever. What's the point? I'm already old enough to smoke, gamble, and look at pornography. And drinking doesn't legally come until 21. Well, at least I can get into Club Sin as of today :)

Classes weren't bad today. And afterwards, I made my way to the lake. It was so incredibly nice outside. The sand was hot enough to send us running toward the water. It was warm enough to keep the water from being freezing. And there was the perfect breeze coming off the water. The seagulls were trekking along the sand and flapping away wildly whenever we drew too near. It was great. I love the beach. I should go more often.

My grandma bought me Jumanji. We watched it after we got back from the beach. It rocked. I invite anyone and everyone to come over and watch it with me sometime. I could never get tired of it!

As lame as Myspace can be at times, it brightened my day a bit more. Getting happy birthdays from the besties was pretty much a given. But, getting it from people I didn't really think cared as much was really nice. In fact, a few people waited up to text me Happy Birthday right at midnight. A couple of them happened to be people I hadn't talked to in quite some time that remembered on their own, and a new friend that I didn't figure would remember it let alone stay up for it. It was really nice.

Old friends coming from out of the past can be one of the greatest things ever. I can think of a minimum of five that have appeared again within the past week and a half. It's exciting. It's almost like discovering new besties all over again. Twice the fun for the same people. I just hope they choose to stick around this time.

Anywho, I'm going to go lie down. I think I've come down with a cold. Itchy throat and stuffy nose. It's lame. But oh well. I'm pretty happy with my day. You should have stopped by. It would have been great to talk. More so just to hear your voice. One day, I'll learn to share without resentment.