This sort of thing strikes me as a bit self-serving, but I suppose it's a momentous enough occasion, and what is a blog but a place for self-promotion, anyway? Besides, Ben told me I should do this (by the way, I prefer "Older" by They Might Be Giants).
So yes, it is my nineteenth birthday, which is really quite splendid if you like prime numbers, which I do. It's been kind of weird what with being away from home and most of my friends being gone on fall break and other stuff, but I've made out all right. A friend and I were discussing how the eighteenth birthday seems to be a pivotal one: We spent most of our childhoods waiting to be eighteen and consequently feeling we had reached each birthday well in advance of the actual date, and now that we've passed it, we want to hold on to the age we were. I certainly don't feel nineteen, anyway.
Highlights in the gift-giving department were an absolutely splendid little book called Eats, Shoots and Leaves (a title which would have been spoiled by an Oxford comma), a Party Cat shirt, and various delightful notes and stuff inserted into my mailbox by someone who shall remain nameless.
Here's hoping that the twentieth year will be even better than the one preceding!
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