I mean, it's my birthday! Woo!

The countdown clock has worn down and expired. I am now fully twenty-five. Yeah, I know. My brother gave the whistle of impressiveness over the phone. My sister also called to say she was buying my card today. So, yes, I am alone on my birthday. It's not the first time, and it probably won't be the last. What sucks, though, is that almost all of my cards were sent home instead of here, since it's so close to the break, anyway. I'm going home tomorrow. My mom will bring me a piece of my cake.

So this is...it. 25. 2-5. Not hardly old at all, not in the grand scheme of things, but in my family, it stands out. Holy shit. I don't know how to feel about birthdays anymore. They come around, they astonish me, I eat cake, they pass.

I think I just like to be celebrated. Everybody go out and celebrate on my behalf.