I know I've said this a gazillion times but time really does fly, doesn't it?
It was this exact time last year when my roommate Anna and I were watching Billy Crawford's mini concert in the William Shaw Little Theater.
It was this exact date last year when I thought that bangs might look good on me. (I was very, very wrong about this.)
It's the big 2-0 tomorrow.
I'm still having a little trouble with the fact that, in just a few hours, I will no longer have the right to call myself a teenager.
It's mind-boggling.
At least I learned something relevant in Spanish the other day:
Cumpleaños feliz,
Cumpleaños feliz,
Te deseamos todos
Cumpleaños feliz :)
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