I turned 23 today.  I’m still not sure how I feel about it.  I mean, I was just 22, and 22 is a great age; it’s a palindrome, so how could it not be?  Then to move to 23… well, let’s just say that I’m not too trusting of prime numbers.  Plus, Blink-182 says no one likes you when you’re 23, and that’s kind of disheartening.  (Warning: Facetiousness, Will Robinson.)  Thus far, I’m not keen on the age, but I’m going to give it the benefit of the doubt.

Once of the gifts my roommate gave me for my birthday is a gift card to B&N.  I thought I knew what book I wanted to purchase with it (still leaving money left over for another one), but after telling my brother that I was thinking of taking his advice to read a particular book, he said, “You can just read my copy when you come home.”  And I mentally huffed, because while that is a good point, that leaves me clueless as to which book(s) to buy.  There are just so. many. options.  If I don’t decide, I’ll be hiding that gift card for months trying to decide what to purchase, because I will want everything.  Also, if the book he suggested is good, then I’ll want my own copy.  I’m all about the sharing, but not so much when it comes to my books.  So, now I am torn.  Ideas, people?

I was going to post more, but I am very exhausted, and I figure that since it’s my birthday, I reserve the right to post or not post whatever I want.  If you disagree, save it for tomorrow.