In 18 hours the celebration of my birth commences. Having your party before your actual birthday is quite genius. This means that I can celebrate, yet still be 24 and then when I am actually 25 on the Monday no one will be paying attention and I won’t be reminded of this descent into quarter life. I have actually decided that as of Monday, Nicole is turning over a new leaf…and it all begins with referring to myself in the third person. In all honesty though, I am going to stop worrying about the number and just focus on my life in general. I mean so what my parents got me a cardboard box for my birthday and my mom said that she would be dead before I popped out a kid – I am going to focus on the now, because right now I have this lovely apartment and my biological clock hasn’t even thought about ticking. On another bright side, I have a kickass air mattress and you know that shit will make all of the other bums jealous. Popularity trumps having a roof over your head – ask anyone. Happy Birthday Celebration Day To Me!