21 Is Sooo Last Year

Tomorrow is my 22nd birthday! Shyeeaahh! I'm pretty excited about it. I mean, doesn't 22 sound so much more mature than 21? Oh yeah. Way more mature. I might as well stick in some dentures and start wearing some wool cardigans. Unless those dentures are a size too big and I start looking like a Who... Yeah, maybe I'll hold on to my mature people attire for year 23.

Anywhosie, I've been sitting here at my laptop studying for 2 finals that I have tomorrow morning. Who had the audacity to schedule 2 finals on my birthday? Did they not know that I plan on drinking my body weight in Egg Nog tonight and may show up to class Nog-drunk, wearing my mom's blue leather jumpsuit from 1982 whilst singing 'Feliz Navidad' complete with maracas? Yeah, profs, you may have wanted to consider that.

Wow, tangents are fun. Back to my point: so I've been sitting at my laptop and thinking about all the things that have happened in the last year. I am completely stunned with what I've come up with. Here's a snippet of my brain's processes. Please keep your arms and legs inside the bloggisphere during the ride:

I've fallen in love with an amazing man.
I went from listening to angry-I-hate-boys music (thanks, Vanessa!) to experiencing an emotion that I can barely put into words. Bob and I have such a great connection with each other. He has softened my heart and makes me want to be a better person. I love him with all my heart and would do anything for him. I cannot wait to marry him, and hope these 5 1/2 months go by fast so I can fall asleep in his arms every night. He truly is my other half, my best friend, my everything.

My future career has been decided.
After feeling completely lost in life, and crying way too much over school, I have decided to become a Speech Pathologist. School is going great, and I was even chosen to do an Independent Study/Research Project with some professors at the U. Sure, I have to be in school for an extra year, but it's worth it when I look at my future and am able to smile with a confidence that I know it will make me happy.

I have become more domesticated.
While I have yet to religiously watch Martha Stewart, and create elaborate centerpieces with my fancy casserole, I have been cooking more. I even have a cookbook where I'm recording my favorite recipes. (Mind you, this is coming from the girl who lived on packaged pasta and Eggo Waffles for the 6 months she lived in the Avenues). I even asked for a KitchenAid for Christmas! WTF? Yup, it's time to get a cheesy apron with designs and words created with fluorescent puff-paint.

I am truly, sincerely, genuinely happy.
Not like I haven't been happy in the past, but I can't seem to stop smiling this year. I have so much to be thankful for. I have Bob, my health, great family and friends, a nice home to live in, good food to eat. While things are not perfect (when are they?), they are pretty darn close! In fact, I feel a song coming on...

[Priscilla dawns tap shoes and a sequined vest. Her friends pop out behind her bed, TV, and desk in similar attire with cheesy smiles and matching outfits as they sing...]

Gray skies are gonna clear up,

Put on a happy face;

Brush off the clouds and cheer up,

Put on a happy face.

And spread sunshine all over the place,

Just put on a happy face!

[Spirit fingers galore on that last note! SPIRIT FINGERS I TELL YOU!!!]

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