Senile

I aged today.

Or I guess yesterday... I haven't slept yet. My job is fun like that.

My fantabulous roommates took me out on Friday and we partay-ed. They are really great. My family was really nice to me on Saturday. Basically my birthday was awesome, and I am glad I have such thoughtful people in my life (I am SO not thoughtful).

The downside to my birthday is that I am no longer 18. I really liked being 18, and if I had a choice I would probably stay 18 for another year. 18, 18, 18, 18, 18!!!!! I just like saying it. I would rather say that than 19. Yuck. 19 sounds so ancient to me, no offense to all 19-year-olds. You are probably still cool and stuff. I just haven't quite adjusted to the fact that I have to get older. Once I get used to being 19 I guess it will be fine, but I am still slightly reluctant to say that I am 19.

On a related note, Facebook birthday greetings are always interesting. There is the annoying fact that my phone buzzes every few minutes all day, but aside from that it is interesting to see who actually writes on my wall and what they write. There is a large range in the quality of comments people make. I am sometimes quite cynical, so I tend to lean towards saying: if you cant write anything meaningful or clever than don't write anything at all. I considered posting something along those lines on Facebook Friday night in preparation for my birthday, but I decided that would be a bit presumptuous of me. I really do appreciate the fact that people are willing to take 15 seconds out of their day to write happy birthday on my wall. But gee, try to think of something worth writing.

Sigh. I am an ungrateful poser.

At least I can blame my cynicism and audacity on old age, right?