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My (special) day
Jun. 12th, 2005 07:14 pmAround this time, exactly twenty-five years from today, I'd been in the world for about three and a half hours.
I turned a quarter of a century old officially at 3:30 PM.
That's the end of my pseudo-profound thoughts for today.
I came in from Atlantic City at 8:30AM. Scanning my e-mail box I found six birthday notices from various newsgroups and websites I was a member of, most of them places I'd totally forgotten about. Thank you, various server programs - I felt the love. Waiting for me at my desk when I came in was the gift I'd been longing for, Newsradio S1 and 2 on DVD. My brother is great. It's playing in the background now. Beautiful.
I'm twenty-five. Wow. I'm so young (relatively speaking), yet so old (relatively speaking). I'm making decisions. Or trying to. I'm going to go to Pace tomorrow or Tuesday and sign up for the Sallie Mae loans I've been avoiding. No co-signing. No need to unintentionally screw someone over any more than I already have. Then I'm going to go to Pace, finish the BSN program, get my degree, pass the NCLEX-RN, get a killer job, and work like a dog for the rest of my life. Maybe I'll find happiness. Maybe I'll move futilely from year to year, searching for the unattainable. They say life is searching, right?
I really should stop playing antisocial and go downstairs so we can cut the cake. Of course, I'll make a wish beforehand.
I turned a quarter of a century old officially at 3:30 PM.
That's the end of my pseudo-profound thoughts for today.
I came in from Atlantic City at 8:30AM. Scanning my e-mail box I found six birthday notices from various newsgroups and websites I was a member of, most of them places I'd totally forgotten about. Thank you, various server programs - I felt the love. Waiting for me at my desk when I came in was the gift I'd been longing for, Newsradio S1 and 2 on DVD. My brother is great. It's playing in the background now. Beautiful.
I'm twenty-five. Wow. I'm so young (relatively speaking), yet so old (relatively speaking). I'm making decisions. Or trying to. I'm going to go to Pace tomorrow or Tuesday and sign up for the Sallie Mae loans I've been avoiding. No co-signing. No need to unintentionally screw someone over any more than I already have. Then I'm going to go to Pace, finish the BSN program, get my degree, pass the NCLEX-RN, get a killer job, and work like a dog for the rest of my life. Maybe I'll find happiness. Maybe I'll move futilely from year to year, searching for the unattainable. They say life is searching, right?
I really should stop playing antisocial and go downstairs so we can cut the cake. Of course, I'll make a wish beforehand.
