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There is no excuse for being 22.
21 is still sort of young-sounding, you know, it's okay if you're slacking because it's still so close to childhood, but 22, 22 is an adult. No excuses. There is no excuse for being 22.

Oh, well. Kirsten and I exchanged gifts last night, and she LOVED hers. Which is really cool, since I am a notoriously bad gift giver. She gave me a big blue bar of soap. A REALLY big blue bar of soap. It smells really good and she says it's from some designer boutique, but I still say she's trying to tell me something. ;) She says there's another gift on the way. Party, man. All I got her was the DVD. Graveyard of the Fireflies, the only anime movie I've really loved. Made me cry. We watched it in English last night just to see, and the English actors were BLOODY AWFUL. Japanese from now on if you please.

Wow, I have me some really good friends. Now, I'm going to go take a bath with my BIG BLUE BAR OF SOAP.

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