Eighteen

My birthday weekend was not any less than fulfilling and happy! My friends from Houston came to Austin and surprised me; the intertwining of college and hometown friends was an interesting thing to see. The downside to this weekend was the metamorphosis of age. I no longer am 17; I feel old and dying, but hopefully soon I will be doing something worthwhile with my life and my feelings will change. SInce my weekend was a little too happy, I forgot my phone in Carlos's car, and I won't be available for calls til ten thirty Tuesday morning when my Fed Ex box arrives. Alrightey, now I have to pay attention to one of the last lectures on textiles I will be hearing. Thank GOd!