“Maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had, and what you've learned from them, and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.”


February 22, 1983

That is the day, twenty three years ago, I was born. Tomorrow I will be twenty three years old. It really does stink being away from my family and friends on my birthday. We, me and several friends, are going to get dinner tomorrow night. I thought this was a very beautiful cake.

I smashed my middle finger between the concrete door frame and the steel door of the anatomy lab. It hurts so badly, not too mention it is swollen. I was told it may be black tomorrow. That will be lovely. Happy Birthday to me, aye!

Anyways, I will let you know how my birthday goes!