It's already nearing the middle of October, my favorite month of the year. This month I turn 25 years old. Already a quarter of a century, and it came so fast. I was talking to a friend of mine from high school, that I met about 10 years ago. I know I'm getting old when I can say i have known someone for 10 years. Even more impressive than that would be my friend Teddy from elementary school, who I have known for 20 years. Its been a long time since I have seen him however, and we haven't communicated regularly since before I started college.
I don't have anything big planned yet for my b-day, but I'd like to do something fun next weekend to celebrate. You only turn 25 once, after that all the birthdays are down hill.