I'm nineteen today and it's the first birthday I've had where I feel a little older. Man. I'm about to head down to the mail room because my mom said she send me some things. Today wasn't the best day for a birthday because I've just had class since eight. All my friends here are oddly excited about it being my birthday, and I think I should have a bottle of chardonnay waiting for me when I get back from dinner with Sean. Up until today, I've been trying to not think about my birthday, and I haven't said anything, but now that it's today I've been so excited. Birthdays are the best. Lots of people have been calling and texting and it's so nice. I feel loved! It's going to be a great year, though.