so its my birthday. i'm 22 [weird].

this has been the quietest birthday in awhile so far. mostly i've been tucked away in my room with earplugs, some earl grey, and a phd dissertation that i'm reading for div 3 background material. i'm tackling the introduction/lit review for monday. its pretty peaceful and hopefully, with my fingers crossed, i will make the deadline. its stressing me out a little, but i still have hope of somehow pulling this off and graduating. there's no actual risk that i wont, but i think every div 3 student sees the graduation date soon approaching and has the worst-case scenario tugging in the back of their mind that they somehow won't finish their div 3 in time.

i'm not sad that i'm not really celebrating my birthday actively, not too sad at least. if i can swing it maybe i'll go out for dinner tonight with my parents, and i know noah wants to do something fun for my birthday but i don't know if that will happen till tomorrow. if it doesn't i hope at least i'll be able to enjoy it just as much even if its not actually on my birthday-day.

growing up is weird. yarr.