Christmas is fast approaching for me, and with Christmas comes my birthday four days before. It's pretty exciting if I do say so myself.
As I explained to my step-dad earlier, the joy of having a birthday is that it gives me an actual reason to go out and party [I'm not really a partier on days other than on or around my birthday. Except for the brief few months after I turned 19 and the literal drunken power overtook my sensibility. I got over that pretty fast]. And, I added for good measure, I haven't reached the age yet where I want to hide how old I am turning [Twenty-two].
In other news, I've started reading The Fountainhead because it seems to keep coming up in my life without me ever having read it. So I am reading it. So far I can't tell if I love it or not. The most pleasing part of it so far [oh, naive me] was finding out Ayn Rand was a woman. We'll see how it goes.
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