Just Another Day...

So, today is my birthday. I am now 22. I could think about all the things I've accomplished in my life so far and celebrate with others that hopefully there will be many other great things to come. In fact, let's do that now, shall we? I've graduated high school. I've graduated college with a BA in English, minor in editing. I have a full time job as an assistant editor. And yes, I do indeed have many more amazing things to achieve in my life.

The sad thing is though, it feels like just another day. It's sad to think that at 22 I have already reached the point of my birthdays where it just feels like another day. Another day that happens to be the start and ending of another yearly cycle of my life. I told a few of my coworkers yesterday that it felt like just another day, and one was completely shocked and said I was too young to feel that way. I believe she's 26 or so, but she tried to convince me that magical, special things would happen on my birthday...

I slept in, not as late as I wanted, but later than normal. I awoke to my brother stealing my dry-erase board, and when I caught him, he said it was going to be a birthday surprise. "What? You're going to give me my own dry-erase board back?" I asked. No, he was not; he was going to write a note. So, I let him take it. I got in the shower, and by the time I was ready, my brother was done with his sign. My little sister had also done her part by putting a heart and her own name on my door (to let me know she made it) out of pipe cleaners, and a Happy Birthday banner above it (left over from her own birthday).

My family went to lunch at Rockfish Grill, in which I got a free dessert (everyone had a piece, while the older younger brother took about half of it). I wasn't in a very good mood though because I had a headache. After some debate we went and saw Get Smart, my brother leaving before then because he had to go to work. The movie was ok, not as funny as I thought it would be, but still okay. We came home, and I took 3 Advil and a short nap. I ate my left-overs from lunch and talked to a few friends that called.

During my nap, my dad had gone to the store to buy a cookie cake. So, once my brother got home from work, they sang happy birthday and I blew out a question mark candle. I then opened my 1 gift, which I knew what it was, that my two youngest siblings wrapped by piecing 2 different kinds of wrapping paper together to cover it. (It was an air filter for work.) After that, I got on the computer and watched some TV. Then my mom and brother went to Target and brought me back some random magnets for my cubicle (another birthday gift).

That's it. Relaxing, kind of fun, but I wouldn't call it magical... maybe next year.