Twenty
February 5, 1999
So yesterday I woke up very refreshed and in a great mood. The sun was shining, I was well-rested, and the day was looking good. As I look back on yesterday, my twentieth birthday, there's not much to say. I did homework. Quite a lot of homework, actually. My roommate was gone, so it was really quiet around here.
I'm not saying my birthday was crummy. It was ok, I suppose. I got phone calls from Melanie, my grandmother, and my mom. Mom seemed a bit sentimenatal about the whole event. She was remembering the day I was born and so forth. Ah, memories.
Well, now I'm twenty years old and not much is different. I told my grandma that I couldn't wait until next year, when I can go into bars. I was just joking of course, but it was in bad taste. She knows I don't drink, but it's a sensitive issue in our family. Oops. She didn't laugh, and we moved on in our conversation.
Today was the usual Friday, with a few twists to liven it up. I got up at 6:45 a.m. and was at work by 8. OK, so I didn't actually get out of bed until 7:15, but my alarm sounded at 6:45 and annoyed my roommate who had just come in for the night at 6:15 a.m. He had some majorly long meeting last night. He's sleeping now. I don't blame him.
My calc teacher caught me drifting to sleep in class today. I don't think she likes me, but it's HER fault! I was up until 2 a.m. trying to finish the work she assigned.
Work at CILT was not so much fun, either. I was sorting a bunch of slides when I brought my arm down onto an x-acto knife that was in a pencil holder -- pointy end up. It stabbed into my arm, and blood came gushing out. I calmy walked to the bathroom and it eventually stopped bleeding. My boss asked me when he saw my bloody arm: "You didn't get any blood on the slides, did you???" He was joking, I think. There was a lot of blood before it finally stopped, and I was a bit concerned before it ceased to flow freely from my arm. But it did, no big deal. The girl who works in the front office kindly used all of the reasonalbly-sized bandages from the first aid kit and I, with this cut a little wider than the small band-aids, was forced to use two bandages. Not only that, our first-aid kit is ancient. It had the bandages that rip all of your hair out of your arm a few hours later when you remove them.
When I had finally re-attached my arm and finished my slide-sorting I scanned some of my own photos from Christmas break. They took a lot of work in photoshop, but they look nice on the screen. I will probably put them up somewhere on here. Hey, why not right here? Sounds good. This will be my first public attempt at JavaScript. There will be four images, click once on the link to see the next photo.
