Happy Birthday to Me!

Today is my 25th birthday. Everyone keeps asking me if I feel older, more mature, more responsible.

No. I feel more annoyed by all your stupid questions.

Generally, I'm not a big fan of birthdays. I don't like the attention, and I've been known to cry when people sing "Happy Birthday" to me (not since I was like....15 though). But this year I have high hopes. I have dreams to fill and goals to accomplish. I've found some of the best friends a girl could wish for, and I've found a hobby that constantly keeps me challenged, striving to be better, and always having fun. Not to mention poor.

I'm at a great place in my life right now. And if turning 25 will make it even better, bring it on. A number of my coworkers have told me that 25 was the best year in their life; that its a year that sticks out, a year they'll always remember. Right now, 24 is that year for me. I'm hoping that 25 will surpass it and be even better. Because I deserve it. And I want it. And I'm going to do all I can to make it that way.

(Enter attractive, funny, stable, job-holding boy.)