14 days to total senility

Holy Fuck. (is senility a word?)

I have exactly two weeks to make my year 29 the best it possibly can be. How did I let 351 days go by without realizing it was my last 365 days in my twenties. Fuck I am stupid.

Time for reflection I suppose. I mean year 29 couldn't have been THAT uneventful, right?

First, I went to Mexico on an all inclusive week long holiday. That was pretty fucking awesome actually.

And there is no second.

Seriously, this past 351 days (minus the 7 I spent in Mexico) has been pretty boring, tragic, lonesome, crazy, tedious, (fattening), psychotic... need I go on. In retrospect, I should be THRILLED that its almost over and I have a chance to make year 30 pretty fucking awesome. Not so much I guess. Why can't I get over this?

Honestly, even though I am brooding and stressing over it, I still plan on having the best year ever. I am not old, just a little more experienced than I was last year... and while I can't say financially I am better off, I do have that positive inclination that things will pick up in that department and THEN I will be able to afford to do all the things I couldn't in my twenties. The thirties is the new twenties right?

You know, that whole paragraph was my own little pep talk to myself. Not sure if it worked. I'll get back to you on that one.

In other news: I have decided to bake my OWN birthday cake this year. Michael's has ready-to-use fondant, so I shall take my inspiration from The Food Network's Ace of Cakes and attempt something I have no experience doing, and hope to hell I don't fuck up.

Thoughts?