Wow, I made it to my 23rd birthday and it's Friday night and what am I doing, a whole lot of nothing. It's okay I just got back from the cottage and tomorrow I fly out to SanFrancisco so I really should have some down time or I may explode. I need to be well rested for all the trouble I am sure to find myself in during the trip.



21 was sexy, 22 was the age of experience (I failed miserably at that, maybe I should repeat the year) and now 23 is unstoppable. It is the final year of University (which only applies to those of us in 5 year programs) so we are near the end. Basically our lives are going on and we better hurry up or we'll miss the boat. Aren't I too young to hear a biological clock?



I have no idea why 23 seems old. It seems like yesterday I was riding around the neighbourhood on my bike and now I am suppose to be acting like an aldult. It doesnt seem very different though. I still have no clue what I want to be when I grow up and I spend half my time playing.