The morning after indeed...... The best birthday i have had in a long time. Missed my family and the elongated celebrations, but still had a blast.

  I was asked,"How does it feel to be 22?" and the only thought in my head was.. where the hell did the years 16 to 21 go, and how come i dnt feel like an adult yet. Birthdays are really, according to me, just a perfect excuse to be a jackass all day long and get away with it.... here i'd also like to add i did my darnest best to milk that fact all day.

  Here i am one day after and i am writing this stupid brain fart down which absolutly makes no sense whatsoever to anyone but me right now..... Well i definitly have come to one conclusion, i am not celebrating any birthday after 25. From there on end it will be 25a to 25z. If i outlive that I go onto 25z(i) onward. The options are quite frankly endless. Denial you say..... to that my reply is - DAMN STRAIGHT!!!!

  But then i realise, life can't always be a fun uni life. Where your only worry is, " can i get my assignement in, in time." Its really cool how you can stay on the uni campus and you might as well be on another planet. Nothing of the outside worldcan screw with your life as long you are on campus. Then you step out into the outside world and reality hits you like a tonn of bricks.

  One thing is for sure, this year was the most birthday wishes i ever got and from some people so unexpected i still am reeling from the unexpectedness of it.

  Well i think i should probably end this stupid unending rant and get on with some real work now. And if you actually did read through the whole thing and have anything to say, say it. For the positive comments, thnks a milion. For the negative, see if  care..... quite frankly i don't. Not that old yet.