Another year down; I made it to 25.

Alas, quarter century I am. Can't believe I have lived this long. I don't feel old or anything but I remember being younger and not being able to fathom living past 16. Now I can officially have my quarter-life crisis. One of my first undertakings as a green 25 year old was a kick-ball tournament this weekend. I wanted to prove to myself that I am not the old fart my parents keep proclaiming. Well, 2 days later, I am sore as all get out but still kinesthetically functioning. So, it was a success.

School starts soon. Social life ends soon. Tis' the season to be stressed. Wicked.