20.

Today is my 20th birthday. Saying that is kind of surreal. Maybe because I feel I havent accomplised much in 20 years but maybe because I'm just not a teenager again. I don't feel too much need to celebrate my birthday. I mean, celebrations and parties are fun, but if I don't have one I'm not bummed. The new Owen album "New Leaves" leaked (for anyone who doesn't know www.myspace.com/mybandowen it's some of the best music you will ever hear, I promise, and Mike Kinsella happens to be one of my favourite musicians) so I have so far spent my day laying in bed just listening to it on repeat. How could I ask for a better birthday than that? I don't even care if I get any presents, I'm content with this.

I've made up my mind. I'm nervous to break the news but sort of excited to turn over a "new leaf" (pun intended from above) because I'm going to do something I thought I didn't want to do.

That's all really.

I always say "one of these days" and well, that day has come.