What's After?

It's the day after my birthday. June 6th, 2011.

I'm awake at 9 A.M. but more or less I've been up for the past 2 hours-ish. Slept semi-well considering I had only just gone to sleep a few hours previous.

My name isn't important, but today I am officially 22. I'm well aware that yesterday was my birthday, but today is the beginning of what some would call: "The rest of my life." And it really does feel like it. I'm still sitting at my computer thinking of all the things I have to do, and even though I may have many many things on my mind... The very least I have to realize is that today will be a good day. Why?

Because.

I woke up this morning to a pounding sensation in my chest. I had answered a phone call from my mom in my dream moments earlier and suddenly... I had a missed call from my mom 6 minutes previous. As Inception worthy as anything else that I could ever think about... From there I thought out all the things in my day that I should stop procrastinating over.

*sigh*

My birthday was full of homework, non-productivity, pizza and sleep. Yep that in a line summarizes what my day was mostly like. I didn't really do anything useful for society, I didn't do much usefulness for myself (well finishing my homework was pretty good I guess), and yeah I didn't note any plans from the previous year that I had accomplished. So all in all nothing more of that.

I also started systematically deleting a portion of people off of my facebook because they never talk to me and didn't even bother wishing a happy birthday. Childish maybe but if they did the same to me, ah well.

But enough of the procrastination. I forsee a hot shower for myself before getting out into the humidity and grabbing my mail and then laundry and other what nots.

Au Revoir mi amore.