The Day Before....

Today isn't even my birthday and yet i felt all the love today. It was amazing.

I woke up today with a test on my mind, headache, and missing a pair of very awesome pants.

So i headed to class with my not so awesome jeans, big t-shirt and...an European Lit exam on my mind.

The European lit test wasn't as easy as i thought it was going to be. I hate MC and "identify this quote" kind of questions, cause it's most likely that i am going to guess on both MC and ID, which is exactly what i did.

The short answers were detailed, but i did really well on those so maybe I'll get a B after all. As i go to hand in my test nervous young professor(who was reading and writing on something all through test) calls my name. I didn't hear him the first time, so he said it again. He said he finally answered the email i sent him this Saturday, and that "yadda yadda yadda i'm a flipping genius and that he wants to have my kids".

Okay he didn't say that but he could of. He did say that i was smart, but that he wishes i would ask these questioning DURING class(not that he has a problem with me sending him emails), we whispered for a few moments over the key points in my email and then he said

Mr. G: "I especially think this statement is true"

i thought he was talking about something in my email so like a dork i was like

ME: This paragraph (placing my finger to something i had written)

he placed his finger to something he had scribbled at the end of the page

Mr G: No this one

What i didn't know was that the thing he was working and scribbling on during the test was MY email, and one of the things he wrote was "You have a real future in this field: You ask great and imaginative questions"

WTF!!!!!

I laughed it off and then told him i would send him some questions once i get an idea of what i am going to write my paper on. I said thank you, looked JOSH in the face and left the room.

The day only got better from there. Mike wasn't a complete douche bag, i got a free sandwich and T-shirt because i volunteered for 20 minutes(meaning Mike volunteered and got credit along with him), i also got candy.

Then at work, i got a nice early birthday card(because i don't work Thursday's, which means i don't work on my birthday) from my co-workers, plus several "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" from them. It was pretty nice. Even if today isn't my birthday. I sure felt like it.

I feel extremely special on this birthday. Like i have hit my first birthday milestone. Turning 16 and 18 were kid stuff, but there is something about 21 that's like "I've been alive 21 years...TAKE THAT PRETEENS!"


I keep waiting for the day when i won't be so enthused about my Bday, but so far today isn't that day. I walked around with my huge birthday box willing to tell anyone who was anyone that though today isn't my birthday, tomorrow is.

The highlight of the day was totally my English teacher writing that comment though. It makes me wonder why i resist becoming a writer, when it's apparently something i have a knack for. I was thinking about writing and that sometimes it feels like i am in relationship with it, and that I'm not fully willing to let myself be totally comfortable with it(in the "this is what i am going to do for the rest of my life" kind of way). I'll have to expand on that tomorrow perhaps, because right now i have a Organic test to study for, and lets just say it's going to be rough.

and in case i don't get to this here blog tomorrow( because I've passed out from heavy pizza munching and candy)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME. MARCH 1ST!!!! BIG 21!!!!!