Last year around this time, I was starting to freak out about turning 20. Yes, from an older person’s perspective you might think, “Oh, how trite of you, ” but hey, age intimidates me. Some people choose not to worry or care about it, but I find myself being obsessively consumed by it. Maybe it’s because I love birthdays, and not just my own. I love celebrating everyone’s birthdays, friends, family, the old lady sitting next to me in a restaurant, it just makes me happy. This year, I’m not on the verge of an existential meltdown,( although I do still freak out about what I’m going to do after I graduate, but I digress) and instead I’m busy with schoolwork (yes, I have to do work abroad) and I’m excited that I have a few friends visiting me on my birthday. I think I’m trying not to get my hopes up while I’m away from college/home because no one here knows how much I love to celebrate birthdays especially mine own. Wow, that sounded so vapid. But like I said before, I like birthdays.
This week marks the 2nd to last week of school before I have major critiques/art shows. I’m stressed but excitedly stressed because currently I have no idea what I’m doing for my final projects. YAY!
I sleep now. I missed writing on here.