Twenty years old, eh? Strange spy. I sang a song last semester that was about being twenty years old. It goes:

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now

Is hung with bloom along the bough.

And stands about the woodland ride

Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now of my three score years and ten,

Twenty will not come again.

And take from seventy springs a score,

It only leaves me fifty more!

And since to look at things in bloom,

Fifty springs is little room,

About the woodland I will go

To see the cherry hung with snow.

This is my best contemplative face. Or at least it's all you're getting.

I guess it is taken the day before I turn twenty, but I guess that works with the lyrics just as well.

That reminds me, I should probably keep up on my singing. Letting my voice go to rot over summer probably wouldn't be very wise.

Sucky thing is, I don't want to get old. Wrinkles bite.

An awesome thing that happened for my birthday is that I got the replacement ac adaptor for my laptop. Pretty awesome how it came on my birthday. I wasn't expecting it for a week or so.