It is your birthday.

And, by yours I mean mine. You can see by this image above that I am having a great time. That image is from my birthday party. The theme was "Everyone wants to be Marlowe." It was meant to be a physical roast of sorts. You know when everyone makes fun of you, but only because they love you. It went really well. My roommate was hilarious in her drunken antics, and by the end of the night I had "happy birthday" sung to me in 10 different languages. I don't know if you guys saw the video that was posted on facebook, but you can see everyone singing to me and that I'm not there. I actually left because they would not stop singing "happy birthday." Then the singing moved on to "In the Jungle." Luckily, the band moved on to the rest of the dormitory, and I could escape the sing along that never ends. I love those guys in all seriousness. For my birthday, my friend Stefano wrote me a letter. He worked on it for days getting the English right and the hand writing neat. That is worth more to me than anything one can buy.

Anyway, I'm still writing these last two essays. I want them to be good because they will be the last ones of my college career. I've already gotten a few grades. They are A's and B's, but that really means nothing. It just means I completed my one assignment. Besides that, the grades don't transfer back so I could have done nothing and it would have the same outcome. I have a serious guilt complex so I do the work, and the work is decent.

Today, we're going to make crepes, bacon, eggs, and mimosa's. Then we're going to watch "I Heart Huckabee's." I think I'll work on these papers for a while and leave up my different pages so anyone who wants to contact me can. Teresa is having a dinner at her and Xuane's new flat. Then the good-bye party for the students is tonight. So, I'll go to that and contemplate how temporary life is. On that note, I have breakfast to make and you all have life to live. Live it well. Adieu.