It's All Relative

Here we go again

Well, I'll just say it now: For New Years Eve, I took a shower, watched Bridget Jones, drank some chammomile tea and started reading East of Eden. Then went to sleep at about 12:30. Pretty wild.

Welcome to 2007.

California was great. I had a good time hanging out with my family. It was a pretty low-key Christmas, but it was god to be away from Utah. I'll be honest, it was hard getting on that plane to come back.

My birthday is on Monday and I am terrified. For some reason turning 23 is so scary. I don't know why. It's not that old. I know this. But it's the first time I have ever felt that aging panic-the kind where you feel like you're still 18, but can't remember how you got to 23. When did this happen? I swear I was just barely starting college. Seriously though, when?

Yesterday I got outside and ran. It was like 25 degrees out, but I had to. I felt gross and I didn't want to go to the gym and fight all the New Years Resolutioners for a treadmill. Forget that. I went to the nearby high school and ran around the track. It felt really good. Later, I tried to be really hard-core and play tennis for a while. That did NOT feel good-actually, I couldn't feel anything since my entire body was numb. I couldn't even hold my racquet, I was so cold. Tennis didn't last long.

I'm into this new show on TBS called My Boys. Now this is a show I can relate to. Girl who is just one of the guys. Good show, but I feel for PJ. Being one the guys is so beat.

I wish Grey's Anatomy would stop pissing me off and air some new episodes.

My life is boring right now. Not that it's ever been that exciting. But right now, it's really boring. I wish I had some pictures to post. Maybe I'll go take some today.

Any ideas for what to do for the dreaded 23rd birthday?