They Say It's Your Birthday!

My birthday doesn't happen for officially another 10 days, then I'll be 28. Almost 30. Which isn't so bad, it's not like I'm 40 or anything. If I was, I'd be screaming bloody murder at the lack of accomplishments I've achieved in my life so far, but thankfully that amount when I'm 27 isn't nearly as horrendous. Decided to enroll into CUNY Hunter College, where I'll major in French and Creative Writing. I speak French and I'm a good writer, IMO, so focusing on that I think is smart idea. What'll come of it, who knows? But at least at the end I'll have a Bachelor's degree to show for it. This birthday I doubt will be that memorable, another day in NYC or with family depending if I'm down in VA or not. Don't really care though. Birthdays don't really do it for me anymore. Yeah, you were born on it, which is cool and you may happen to share the same date with a few celebrities (Alyssa Milano included!), but at the end of the day, it's passed and you're another year older, maybe wiser...I know I will be this year. No more reckless stuff that could potentially get me in trouble, that's my birthday wish. Between now and my actual birthday, this whole declaration could change from what I just typed. We'll see.