I'm 20. It's weird. I have nothing profound or hysterical to say about entering the weirdest decade of someone's life. I'm actually kind of excited.

When I opened my door this morning I was literally hit with the first part of my "apartment-sized" birthday card. So cute. I took pictures, hopefully they'll be up later...

My mom wrote something in the guestbook. God, she is uber cheesy sometimes, but I love it!