Fine, I give up.

My Twentieth Birthday in Bullets:

* After returning back to 315 from the theatre banquet, I immediately plopped in front of the computer and set about finishing revisions to half my portfolio before allowing myself to go to bed. This means I saw my birthday and continued typing for another two hours.

* Defintely woke up still in the dress, though I had enough sense to take off my heels first. (It's not much, but it was generally agreed to be some sort of improvement.)

* Instead of changing out of the dress like a normal person, I sat in front of Merv again and finished poetry revisions.

* Short story revisions kept being cut into by Addiction Solitaire, people stopping by to offer birthday greetings, and my personal lack of desire to finish off my conclusion properly. Cue lunch.

* Still in the dress, yet now in the dining hall eating waffles and scrambled eggs, desperately attempting to not spill syrup all over the prettiness.

* Finally change out of the dress (I really feel like I should be capitalizing all that) after lunch and finishing revisions, because--while it's one thing to eat in a fancy dress downstairs with all the people who see you at meals everyday--it's quite another to walk across campus to turn in my portfolio, especially with the humidity what it was.

* Pop in "Clueless" and half watch the movie, half quote the movie along with the characters, while reading my Student Ambassador handbook and scanning for cool tidbits.

* Wander down to 340 to share nifty tidbits and watch Michael fight evil somethings on some video game or other. I so know my technology.

* Return to 315, pop in "Bring It On," and do some slight packing after spending all morning/afternoon watching Melissa do the same.

* Movie ends. I'm blindfolded by Melissa and escorted out to Jamie's car and driven to unknown location as the two tell me they're headed for Columbia.

* Location = Thousand Hills Park for fried chicken picnicing, water gun fights, eventual swing set time, pink frosted cake, and a Disney Princesses pinata. I love my friends. Definitely kill about 3-4 hours doing nothing when I should study linguistics and stagecraft. Definitely don't care.

* Return home, end up with all the spare candy from the pinata, and try to shuff it off on anyone we meet.

* Melissa leaves to hang with Ben, I pop in "Empire Records" to keep the tradition from last year while doing more packing.

* Michael calls to ask about movie options, and just heads on down the hall. Upon arriving, we both go back and pick up Melissa's random birthday presents from their hiding slot in 340's closet.

* Melissa appears both appreciative and bewildered by the cast iron skillet. I love random birthday lists.

* The three of us watch "Major Payne" because Melissa hasn't seen it in forever, Michael just bought it, and I'd only seen half of it (and that was on a band trip).

* My birthday technically ends while watching the movie, though I'm a firm believer in "the birthday doesn't end until you go to sleep again" field of thought.

* Movie ends, Michael gets kicked out, alarms are set for the morning, and the birthday officially ends.


There, y'all feel informed now? (I should probably edit that sometime, huh?....)