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Birthday Post

I'm tired and I'm feeling rather sorry for myself. I turned 29 today. Ten years ago, 29 was so obscenely ancient and now that I've actually turned 29 today...I want time to stop. Not so much need it to stop to enjoy more of the years gone by, I just don't want to get any older. Let me tell you, 29 is a depressing age. It is today anyway.

Anyhow, my entire immediate family was here today for my nephew's baby blessing. It just so happened to be my birthday as well. I wasn't expecting some big hoopla or anything remotely close to some sort of huge celebration, because like I said, 29 is a depressing age. We had food. We took family pictures. We had an all around loud time with the kids running around like crazy people. That's about it. I got 2 birthday gifts, well 3 if you count all the music I downloaded on to my iPod from my sister's laptop. I didn't really need anything. Although, money to move out would have been nice, I just didn't really need anything. All I can think of right now, as far as gifts go, are sitting pretty on the want list.

I don't really know what lies ahead of me now that I've entered my 30th year of life. Actually, I know what lies ahead as far as school goes and moving out. Those things I can see pretty clearly....at least till December when the fall semester ends. After December 17th, I don't know what I'm going to do. More school of course. Hopefully by then, I'll have a different job not remotely related to taking surveys over the phone. Moving out? Yes please. I need out. I need to be closer to campus. I don't necessarily want to be closer to campus, but with a 17 credit course load, I'm pretty sure that being as close as possible is what I'm going to need to survive the next fall semester.

SEVENTEEN credits! I must be crazy....either that or I desperately need to get out of Utah. That's probably it...needing to get out of Utah. I'm actually crossing my fingers that I'll have pretty stellar grades by the end of spring semester next year to transfer to Portland State for fall 2011. This semester was a total flop. Except for, hopefully, my personal finance class. I actually enjoyed the class and did relatively well on the exams and the semester long project. I'm hoping that I'll get at least a C out of the class. Hopefully higher if my professor is merciful enough to drop our lowest exam grade.

So 29 years old...I need to come up with another year long goal centered theme. I'm already doing "Year of the Learner" so I'll probably come up with something similar to that. idk. I want to make 29 stand for something. I want to do more than what I did with the past year of my life. I want to be more. I know I have this amazing life ahead of me if I can just my ducks in a row and stop wasting time.

Well, good bye 28...hello 29. May you turn out to be a really really REALLY good year and land me in a really good spot next birthday. That's all I ask. Oh...and a trip to California would be nice too. Just send me a little money my way and we'll call it good. :)

Comments

Sarah said…
Well, you can stop feeling sorry for yourself and start feeling sorry for ME! I turn freaking 30 this year! AAAACCCK! I want to celebrate big to fight off the depression of it all, but I'm so lame I can't think of anything to do. Any suggestions?
Happy belated b-day by the way! Love ya!

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