4 minutes from now is the 23rd anniversary of my birth. I've never thought much about birthdays. I mean, it's the same as any other day. You're not 22 for a whole year, then you instantly turn 23. You're 22 and a day, 22 and two days, 22 and 364 days, etc. Then you're 23, 23 and a day, and so on. I never understood why we celebrate being born. Everyone's been born at one time or another. What's so special about that?
I also realized that Tuesday marked the longest I have ever been at any one college. I attended LeTourneau for 3 semesters, UTD for 2, Richland for 2, and UNT for 3 semesters and a day. (we didn't have classes today because of "the weather"...lame) I'm not sure what to do with that, but I thought I'd just throw it out there.
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Happy Birthday. By the way, i'm glad that you're still at UNT and didn't change. It's been fun. Happy Birthday man.
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