So, this is what I tend to spend a lot of time doing: chilling. Yep. In case you can't tell, this is a photographic example of me chilling.
I get the lovely privilege this weekend of being in the wedding of one of my best friends since 5th grade. We promised each other in the 8th grade that we'd be in each other's weddings, but I didn't expect to have to hold true to my promise quite so soon. I've come to grips with the situation, though, and I am truly very happy for Kelsey and Allen.
I will be 20 in exactly one week. I always love my birthday. Who doesn't love their own birthday? I always love Amy's birthday, because it means mine is coming up soon. My birthday always signifies that the summer is nearing its end. This birthday is an odd one. Nobody makes a big deal about 20. It's got a lot more significance than we give it. My mother has been going around, talking about how strange it will be not to tell people that she has 2 teenage daughters (although, teenager always makes me think of the kids Amy's in school with, not people my age). Sadly, my 20th birthday also marks the end of Julie and Rachel's last hope for a teen mom in the triumvirate. We shall have to pass the torch on. Maybe to Holly or something like that. Being 20 is going to make me feel so old. Despite the fact that most of my friends are older than me, and a lot of them are already 21. It's an odd birthday, though, because it bears no significance.
There's Blake, who has very recently turned 27. He's unhappy about that, because it means that he is only 3 years away from being 30. Then, we'll officially label him as an old man. Poor Blake.
I'm getting off of work in five minutes and I am going to go to the pool. I hope very much that the pool will be open this time. Especially since I have no other way to find out except to drive all the way over there. Augh. I really hope it is open. It is way stinking hot here.
Gotta run!