It's mah birfday!

That's right, guys: IT'S MAH BIRFDAY!

Today was a splendid day! The kids at work were awesome. We got to make a cake! And I got to see my whole family, including my sister, who's been in Boston the whole summer. And my mommy bought me a chocolate Torte and Lactaid ice cream, yumyumyummy.

My boyfriend brought me to Cirque Du Soleil's "Ovo" on Saturday night. It was fucking awesome! The set was the best out of the five shows I've seen (Dralion, Varekai, Kooza, Allegria), and there were many acts that I've never seen before (Cirque shows tend to have variations of the same acts).

I got a Keurig single cup coffee machine, too. I am so pumped about that. I can't wait to have a decent cup of decaf every morning!

Bedtiemz now. I'll write about my job soon, I promise!

I can't let go.

Have you ever caught the scent of your past?

Out of the blue, a very distinct and familiar scent drifts by your nostrils. At first, breathing shallowly and casually, you only catch it faintly. You puzzle over it, trying to pinpoint its origin in your memory.

Suddenly it hits you, and every piece of your previous life containing that scent floods into your mind. Your eyes well up and your heart swells, and you breathe in as sharply and deeply as you can to try and capture every molecule of that smell, every bit of that material evidence of your memories.

The scent dissolves into your blood and you dissolve into your past. You hold your breath, wishing you could hold it forever so that you wouldn't have to let that feeling go. But soon your lungs burn for fresh air, so you slowly and reluctantly exhale. Then you breathe in long and deep, hoping to be filled with that feeling once more...but the scent is gone. Your past is gone.

You have no choice but to let go. Until that next unexpected and fleeting moment when your past comes drifting lazily along on the soft breeze, the present and future are in control.

4 weeks into summer...

I'm watching Terminator 2 on TNT right now. It's my first time watching it. I still haven't seen the beginning, but I've finally seen more than the scene with the Silver Surfer guy chasing the car with his hook hands.

This has been my routine for the last 4 weeks. Well, not watching The Terminator every day, but going to work, coming home, making dinner, and watching TV whilst on my laptop. Some time during the day, whether in the morning or the evening, I do a class at the gym. It's not a bad schedule, really. I think most people would be really bored with it, but I don't mind it.

I had to get a new debit card because I ordered passport photos online earlier this month and they never came. I wasn't sure if it was a scam or not, so I canceled my last card and disputed the purchase. I got my $7.95 back.

I went camping this past weekend (Memorial Day). I enjoyed myself quite a bit. I think I drank more over the course of those three days than I did throughout my entire college career. There ain't nothing wrong with that.

I've saved two turtles in two weeks, one of which was a snapping turtle. I'm doing my best to honor the spirit of Flat Stanley, the turtle whose tragic death I witnessed on my birthday four years ago. I think he would be pleased with my work.

I don't feel like rambling anymore.