LAST DAY UNDER AGE (in the U.S....)!

You´ll have to forgive me about this post. The end of last week was a whirlwind of events (as you could guess) so blogging just couldn´t happen. However, I happen to be sitting in my lovely hostel in Lisbon, Portugal right now with some downtime, so it seems fitting to begin to catch up on the blogs. But again, forgive me for any forgetfulness. It´s been awhile.
Woke up Wednesday morning around 11am after getting a wonderful 10.5 hours of sleep. Sooo perfect since I was fearing sickness during my big birthday week. I woke up feeling refreshed and a lot better, halleluyah. Got ready, walked to class which began at 2. The weather was pretty nice, not bad for a final day of 20ness. I honestly didn´t really pay attention in my classes that day, I was so psyched about turning 21 that night. Stacey had told me to leave all of the festivities up to her, so I was anxiously awaiting what was in store for my big night. During my first break between classes I bummed around the U., ate my bocadillo, ran into people from my program asking about my bday and if I was excited and such. Ummm, OF COURSE! I also got multiple large green teas and OJ´s from Starbucks and downed Zinc and Echinacea on my class breaks. Yes, I was feeling a lot better, but it´s always good to play it safe. On my second class break I had a lot of time to do nothing, so after buying my natural meds from Starbucks I sat outside in the brisk, yet sunny Sevilla weather, overlooked the bustling streets and journaled. I was feeling very contemplative about my birthday. I dunno, I always get pretty nostalgic when birthdays come about, growing up is hard for me. I´m always been the person who believes in living up every day because before you know it it´s over. I mean, turning 21 is a big deal, you truly become categorized as a 20-something. I´m really an adult! I mean, 21 is the last landmark age, the last age that allows you new priveleges. After that, birthdays are not as exciting, they´re just about aging rather than gaining any new privelege. It´s so strange. I was talking to this with Jessica and she said, "Well, unless you decide to run for president." Haha, well, maybe I´ll go into politics and then I´ll have 35 to look forward to. Oh wait, that´ll never happen. Haha. I dunno, it´s just so weird to grow up! Everyone says that their 20´s were the best years of their lives, but, ya know, I really liked being a kid! I mean, 8 was a good age...I dunno. I am having an amazing time in my 20´s so far, and I know that there are great things in store. I just always get strange before my birthday. So I journaled about all of that and the philosophy of aging and whatnot. I then went back for Art History until 7. The prof. started lecturing about ancient Greek temples and sculpture. I think. Ohhhh Spain. After class I walked home, fed the birds in front of the University all of my leftover bread from Maruja´s bocadillos. She always makes them with white bread, which is not only gross, but extremely unhealthy. So I´ve gotten into the habit of just eating the lunch meat out of the middle and feeding the bread to the birds. It´s cute. The deli meat here is of a very high quality anyways, why ruin it with gross white bread? It tastes quite good on its own, so the bread is superfluous. I then walked home in a rush because Stacey had told me to meet everyone in front of the Starbucks next to the Cathedral at 9pm to get the night started...and I had a lot of preparation to do! I hurried back, struggled to find a fun birthday outfit, makeupped, did the hair, and was out the door by 9. Oh man, I´m bad. But whatever, it was my night, and I´ll be fashionably late if I want to. I walked really quickly and was there by 9:20 to meet up with Stacey, Melissa, Katie, Jessica, Courtney, Alexi (an academic yearer), and Alyssa (the other birthday girl, woo woo!). We then headed down the street to have birthday dinner. Let the festivities begin.