8.21.2003

happy birthday to me.

i just woke up, and i don't want to do anything. if only the liberties of one's birthday allowed for such things. then again, turning a year older doesn't seem all that special -- i don't feel any different than i did yesterday, or the day before, or the day before that.

today, band camp ends. fitting, eh? i think i'll make an appearance at the end-of-ftp party, then head back home and just bask in solitude. nineteen's a good age to be turning, since there's nothing special about it. anything i can do this year, i could have done last year. oh well. whatever. today's just another day that happens to have been when i was born nineteen years ago.

yeah, i'm a bit young for where i am in life. but in any case, i'm still here, aren't i?

so where's my cake, y'all?

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