This is the first picture taken of me as an official twenty year-old.
I already miss being nineteen.
I woke up to a birthday card from my parents sitting on my bedside table. I opened it up to see a check of $150 made out to little-old-me, with an inscription in my mother's handwriting saying, "Remember that tote bag you saw from Urban Outfitters? Now, you can finally buy it!". Normally, I would have taken the money and spent nearly all of it in one day on a pair of new shoes and a couple tubes of oil paint. That's not the case anymore. I'm saving it, to pay for my parking pass, textbooks, and various other stupid school-related things next semester. Oh, the sad life as a college art student. So, if anyone would be so kind as to take me out to a nice sushi dinner (how I've celebrated by birthday for the past four years), buy me the rest of the "Wet Moon" comic series, or those 3-eye Doc Martens I've had my eye on for years now, then please be my guest! For my birthday present to myself, I'm going to sign up for Netflix free trial and finish watching the Millenium trilogy, finally read a non-school related book for FUN, feast on In-N-Out and other fatty snacks, get Melissa to buy me a new sketchbook, and finally, sleep in.
Thank you to all those who have wished me a Happy Birthday!
mkp.
