School is over. The longest semester of my life. The busiest time of my life period, or at least the busiest I remember.
Today is my birthday. I am 20 years old. I’m no longer a kid. Am I an adult? Didn’t I have to do something along the line? Wasn’t there a trial by fire I missed along the way?
I talked to her until 2AM last night. I couldn’t believe how comfortable I felt. We talked about Star Wars, moving, big stuff. She’s amazing. I have an exam at 8AM, and I talked to her until 2AM.
School is over. Today I get my freedom back. The classes are over. The pressures are over. For a bit.
Today is my birthday. I’m going in to argue with some stubborn ladies over booking concerts for my campus. They want to book John Stewart with $50,000 that we don’t have. Silly ladies.
I talked to her until 2AM last night. I met her at a party. I never meet people at parties. I met her at a party and she was amazing. I talked to her last night and she was amazing. Did I mention I thought she was amazing?
School is over. Today is my birthday. I talked to her until 2AM last night.
Today is a good day.