First and foremost, happy belated birthday to me! And for all of you who contacted me and wished me a happy birthday, thanks a lot! I can’t begin to imagine the words that would express my appreciation. For all of you who knew when my birthday was and forgot, shame on you! But enough about that. It’s officially been 2 days since I reached the nice, ripe, round age of 25 and a few things have come to light. First, I don’t feel that different! When I was younger, I always thought that I would feel a lot older when I reached my mid-20’s. But I still feel like that shy, un-confident kid that I was through most of high school. That sounds funny, huh? I played sports all throughout high school, I always could be found around some of the prettiest girls in my high school, I always looked nice, but for some reason, I could never get past that awkwardness that most guys who were nowhere near as popular as I was dealt with on a daily basis. Still, to this day, I get nervous as hell when I even think about approaching a woman, especially if she is fine! Now ain’t that about a bitch! The second thing that I realized is that I’m not doing the things that I planned to be doing when I reached this part of my life. I’m not gonna take the time to go through that list right now, the battery in my laptop is about to die. I think it’s kinda funny that most people say that when they take time to reflect on their life. Why do we seem to always stray away from those childhood aspirations as we grow up? We should let our earlier dreams be the guiding light through life. Because, let’s be honest, the last time most of us were truly and completely happy was when we were kids. So maybe the dreams we have as a child hold some kind of magical way to recapture a small part of that happiness from earlier in our lives. But then again, I could be drunk off of leftover birthday cake and Paul Masson right now. Who knows…