Hey, hey, it's my...

birthday!! I'm 23 today, and as Gina says, in the prime of my life. Harhar. Har.

Corny jokes aside, I love birthdays. I'm still a little kid about a lot of things, and this is one of them. Though, when I woke up this morning, I wasn't exactly excited for another year.

I slept restlessly, and then Midnight woke me up once. I love her, but not at 4:30am, and especially not under the particular circumstances. If you don't like your hair sitting in your stomach, stop licking yourself. It worked wonders for me.

I finally rolled out of bed at 6:55 (my alarm started going off at 6) and shuffled into the shower. I was cranky, thinking how birthdays past thirteen are kind of lame -- nobody's here to wake me up with a birthday breakfast or tell me they're glad I'm alive. It's just another day. But then my mood began to change, and the ageless excitement of my birthday won me over.

I'm at work today, but I look great, and I'm happy. I've already had nearly 20 well-wishes on my facebook (which, admittedly, has made birthdays past thirteen less lame), and an e-card from Madre and Daddy. And tonight I have my thing at 5:00, which has potential to set the tone for the rest of the year.

It's going to be a good day, and it's going to be a good year. :)