It's just 2 days until my 23rd birthday, also the day my dad leaves for California for training on one of the new machines he'll be working on in the new hospital. I don't really like birthdays, which might be part of the reason I can never remember how old I am. I have to think "what year is it? is this before or after May?" and it ends up taking about a minute to figure out my age. I don't really see why birthdays are a big deal--so the earth has made another sojourn around the sun. Big fat hairy deal, as Garfield used to say on his TV show.
Anyway, I got a haircut yesterday.....or was it the day before? It doesn't matter. I can never remember in between haircuts why I don't like them, but as soon as I get one, I remember. The sound of the scissors that close to my ears sends a shiver down my spine--not to mention the electric clippers used to clean up at the end.
It hasn't even been a month since finals, and already I miss hanging out with my friends. The next six months seem way too long.
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