Instead of posting a plethora of excuses as to where I have been, I'll let you wonder at the mystery of it.
On to more important matters... my birthday! I'm twenty years old today. Strange. I don't feel twenty, although how twenty is supposed to feel I'm not really sure. I've been alive for two decades. Wow. It is funny (not funny ha ha, but funny interesting,) to think of all the things I have done in my life, but also all the things I haven't done. Along that vein, here are some things I'd like to do in the next twenty years:
Go to Europe:
-sit at a cafe in Paris
-tour a castle in Ireland or Scotland
-spend the night in an English cottage
-swim in the ocean in Greece
-eat Italian food in Italy
Go skydiving (yes, really)
Go to Disney World
Have some kids
Publish a novel
Learn to play guitar
Pull a bank job
Ok, so the last one was a joke.