September 3rd, 2001


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that was awfully nice. i got a phone call from one of my favorite people wishing me a happy birthday (a deay early because it's so hard to catch one another). we yapped for about 45 minutes about how her move to Maryland has been, how school was for us respectively, basically caught up. it was pleasant. :)

jeez, in a couple hours i'll officially be 20 years old. i'm not sure what to think of that. on the one hand, i don't feel any differently and i certainly don't think it'll affect me much. on the other, what have i really done with the last few years? have i done anything really worthwhile? i realize i'm young and that my last 20 years have been spent training myself for the rest of my life. but have they been well-spent years?