Dear Diary,

 Today I got my period and cried over little Jimmy holding hands with Amy.  :P

 Happy effing Birthday to me!  I’m now too old; 26 years to be exact, and am ready for the old folks home.  My birthday was last Saturday and it was a great one but for some reason, I did not like turning 26 at all.  It bothered me.  None of the others have too much…  I did have a fun day though.  Woke up late, was served breakfast in bed (Waffle House bacon, egg & cheese – my favorite!) played racquet ball, went shopping (got the cutest Guess dress), dinner and then out to the bars with my girl.  I haven’t done my “crazy” birthday activity yet, which I plan on doing hopefully in the next month or so.  Last year I promised myself I’d have to do one height related activity each year on my b-day to help me get over my fear.  I want to go hang gliding.  There’s a company at Lookout Mountain, GA that will take you up (I think around 2,000 feet) with a small single engine plane and let you glide down with an instructor.  It’s about $150 and as soon as I have it, I’m going!  

 I imagine that will be pretty terrifying but an amazing view.  AND the best part is that they take pictures up there, so I can share my experience with the world.  It’d be nice if I could take my own camera but I doubt that will happen.  

 Here’s my very best friend and I in Little 5 Points, Star Bar.  We partied like rockstars and my car wasn’t towed thank goodness.  All in all, I had a wonderful day.  Bye 25, I will miss you something terrible! 

p.s. If the Universe is finite, I will see you again.