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Just so you know, this is the back up birthday post.

I know what you’re thinking. “What the hell is she talking about? Back up? Birthday? I don’t get it.”

Well, today is my birthday (yay, go me), and You was supposed to write a lovely birthday tribute to how wonderful I am. But, he plead off, claiming he couldn’t write anything good enough. I’m thinking it’s because he didn’t want to lie.

So, I’m 24 today, and when I was looking in the mirror this morning, I didn’t look any older. I didn’t feel any older, either, so I’m not sure how this aging thing is supposed to be working out. My mom says I look the same as I did at 18. Dustin thinks I look just like my senior portrait, which was taken at 16.

I guess I just won’t look 24 until I get the swath of gray hair that is so prevalent in our family. I’m actually shocked I don’t have gray hair now. My mom, my aunt and my cousins were all having to dye gray hair out at 20. But not me. I have like one gray hair in the middle of my head that I refuse to pluck out, because at least it means I’m not 18.

So, today will be spent being as selfish as possible. Which isn’t much different than usual, other than I won’t feel bad about it.

I had wanted to write about my “worst birthday ever” (1999), or the “best birthday present I ever got” (digital camera, 2004), or perhaps just random birthday stories that involve me (of course). However, any of these stories would have required me to actually write about them ahead of time, and since I was still holding out hope for a post from You, I screwed myself over.

Over all, I’m not sad to get older, although it seems weird to finally be this old. I never think about myself in terms of age, or other people, for that matter. But it seems so strange to be this old, when I’m still in college, still geeky beyond belief, and still not ready to grow up.

On a geeky-er note, the new theme is up and running, but not perfect. There will still be tweaks behind the scenes (and when I get the javascript working, it will be brilliant), but it was good enough to roll out for now. The pages will be updated soon, and I’ll direct your attention that way when they are.

Oh. And a podcast by the end of the week. I meant to do it today at work, but I forgot my microphone, so I’ll probably get it done tonight when everyone has gone to bed.

- “Hanging by a Moment,” No Name Face: Lifehouse

Just so you know, this is the back up birthday post.

I know what you’re thinking. “What the hell is she talking about? Back up? Birthday? I don’t get it.”

Well, today is my birthday (yay, go me), and You was supposed to write a lovely birthday tribute to how wonderful I am. But, he plead off, claiming he couldn’t write anything good enough. I’m thinking it’s because he didn’t want to lie.

So, I’m 24 today, and when I was looking in the mirror this morning, I didn’t look any older. I didn’t feel any older, either, so I’m not sure how this aging thing is supposed to be working out. My mom says I look the same as I did at 18. Dustin thinks I look just like my senior portrait, which was taken at 16.

I guess I just won’t look 24 until I get the swath of gray hair that is so prevalent in our family. I’m actually shocked I don’t have gray hair now. My mom, my aunt and my cousins were all having to dye gray hair out at 20. But not me. I have like one gray hair in the middle of my head that I refuse to pluck out, because at least it means I’m not 18.

So, today will be spent being as selfish as possible. Which isn’t much different than usual, other than I won’t feel bad about it.

I had wanted to write about my “worst birthday ever” (1999), or the “best birthday present I ever got” (digital camera, 2004), or perhaps just random birthday stories that involve me (of course). However, any of these stories would have required me to actually write about them ahead of time, and since I was still holding out hope for a post from You, I screwed myself over.

Over all, I’m not sad to get older, although it seems weird to finally be this old. I never think about myself in terms of age, or other people, for that matter. But it seems so strange to be this old, when I’m still in college, still geeky beyond belief, and still not ready to grow up.

On a geeky-er note, the new theme is up and running, but not perfect. There will still be tweaks behind the scenes (and when I get the javascript working, it will be brilliant), but it was good enough to roll out for now. The pages will be updated soon, and I’ll direct your attention that way when they are.

Oh. And a podcast by the end of the week. I meant to do it today at work, but I forgot my microphone, so I’ll probably get it done tonight when everyone has gone to bed.

- “Hanging by a Moment,” No Name Face: Lifehouse