My birthday is tomorrow.
It's almost second nature to write "I can't believe I'm already 22!" just because I think that's what 94% of the population would write. BUT. That's not true. I can't believe I'm only 22. Like really? I've only been on earth twenty two anos? That's it? Twenty Two years ago I was a blob of blubber (I was a fat baby, surprise!) who couldn't even smile yet? I've experienced a ton, been though a boatload, and lived more than I imagine a lot of people do in their lifetime. What am I going to do for the rest of my approximately 78 years? Do I really have that long left here? That's a weird thought.
But alas, unless my birth certificate is wrong and I've been lied to all these years, tomorrow marks the first day of my 22nd year of life. I wonder what will happen this year. Will we move? Will I begin my masters? Will I get pregnant? Will I have a baby?! I WILL graduate that I know for [insert cuss word here] sure! There could and probably will be a lot of changes happening. It's exciting an overwhelming. I'm glad Clint is my partner for it. Have I told you lately that he's the bomb diggity? Because he is. I love him like.... more than Disneyland! Did someone say...DISNEYLAND?!
Beachin it, yo!
p.s. these instagrams were taken before I dropped my phone in the toilet. Now I have to buy a new one. FYI, even if you have insurance they still charge you up the ying yang. Happy birthday to me!
Also, I miss you guys. Maybe after I finish this marathon of tests/projects I have in the next week I can come back and be social again. :) yay!