Yesterday

All my troubles actually do seem so far away at the moment. I haven't started any of my three essays yet, but the past couple of days I have been engaging deeply in taking notes from some of the most hefty textbooks I have ever seen. The notes essentially answer my essays, so now all I need to do is motivate myself to start typing. I have two and a half weeks to do it in, but this should be OK.

Yesterday was also my friend's birthday. He reached the grand old age of 20. Only, I didn't know about it. In fact, none of us did. Last October, he refused to tell anyone his birthday, as he didn't want anyone to celebrate it. In any case, it was not worth celebrating.

So I granted him his wish. He did seem a little off with me yesterday, but I can't help but feel that it was all of his own making. I only know it was his birthday because he made a slip back in December telling me the date. I had totally forgotten about it anyway. But what does he expect? He refused to make it an event, he didn't tell or remind anyone properly, and so it's come and gone without a card or a present, which is what we normally do... we club together and buy something.

It's harsh. But he was anti-social. He wanted it that way.

I'm not quite sure how I'll feel when I finally reach 20 in July. I suppose I should celebrate it, with it being the end of my teenage years. But I imagine I'll be a little introspective too. I could never just let it wash over me though. It feels important to mark the end of one year and the beginning of the next, if only to draw a dividing line. My friend didn't do that yesterday, and I think he'll regret it.

Now then. Time for me to get to work...