At this rate, I’m gonna be 25 in another year.
I’m 24 today. That sounds like a respectable age. When you’re 24, you shouldn’t be goofing around with kid’s stuff, you should be doing serious things.
I got my birthday present. It is also my Christmas present. And my Easter present (”We don’t give presents at Easter.” “We do this year, and it’s still the iPod”). I’m very pumped. Now I too can walk around town with pretentious white earbuds in my ears. Mmmmm. All my music, all the time. I may never talk to another human being again.
Also, we went for dinner at the Indian restaurant and saw Harry Potter. I’ll write about Harry Potter later. All I will say for now is I am very disappointed in the major deviation from the book in the final scenes. Having a troop of plucky Ewoks fight off a vastly superior for force and save the day was already implausible the last time it happened. What’s next, Jar Jar Binks teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts?
At least you don’t have pretentious glasses and a beard too. Oh. Wait.
24 is a good year. I think I’ll do it again at some point, I’m enjoying it so much.
PS: Fucking Ewoks.