Am I supposed to have lofty, poetic thoughts on my birthday? As I sit in my dorm lounge, eating pumpkin pie ice cream, and watching The Voice, I have no poetic thoughts. It's been an ordinary day, for the most part. Good, but ordinary. A lot of people let me know they love me, but my day looked the same as usual. Class. Work. Homework. Netflix. Treating myself to ice cream.
I'm 19 now, which is hard to believe. But that's it. No big thoughts or keen insights now that I am a year older. Just some passing thoughts on a chilly November day.