All my friends are going to Europe,

so I decided to start a blog.

No seriously though, a huge chunk of my friends are going to Europe at different times over the next week. They're going to be gone for a whole month, which at first I thought would be okay. A month isn't that long, it's no big deal. But it didn't hit me until last night when we were saying goodbye to James that a month is a super long time, and they won't even have time to go on msn or anything. They are all going to be off jumping from train to train, eating delicious things I can't pronounce, and seeing amazing things in a land I can only dream of. I'll be in my cubicle, at DVA. All day.

They will be practically be extinct for the entire month of May, the month of my BIRTHDAY. Some friends they are. Although hopefully this means they'll forget that I'm turning twenty. I'm going to be so OLD. I feel like responsibility is going to jump me at midnight and start beating me up. I tend to fear the future, so every year at my birthday I realize that I'm another year older and start freaking out more than often. I don't want to grow up. Growing up sucks. No one ever has fun when they're grown up.

I don't want to be twenty.

Bye guys :(