Saturday, July 12, 2003

Twenty minutes ago I was lying on my bed, listening to my friend Lauren say goodbye while Josh watched "Memento" in his room. I was fading fast. If I had let go, I would have been asleep within minutes. But I got up to brush my teeth, et al, and now I'm awake again and ready to write. I'm still pretty exhausted but I don't have to wake up for anything tomorrow (this has been an exhausting week in general - the incredibly fun, booze-filled surprise birthday party on TUESDAY didn't help in that category either).

So yeah, I'm 22 now. Instead of saying that I'm 22, I think I should have a name tag that says "Age: 21*" with each star representing a year past 21. Actually that's a pretty lame idea, but it looked good on the horizon of my mind.

I had a mole removed from my right arm yesterday. I was born with it and they would always say it was a birthmark. It grew as I grew and was never a problem until it started bleeding a few weeks ago. So long story short, I had it burned off. So now I more or less have a hole on the back of my arm. It'll be crazy to watch it heal. The thing is, I've had that mole my entire life. It's not that I liked it, and since it was on the back of my arm I rarely saw it and often forgot about it. But it was still something I've always had. And now it's gone. It's now "the mole I was born with that I had until age 22." I'm sure I'll look at my arm in the future and remember what it looked like. It's a small thing that I'm really happy to have had removed, but I've gotten a tiny glimpse into what people that get plastic surgery must feel like when looking at themselves and remembering how they used to look.

I've just decided that I hate it when movies use the transition "One Year Later." Way too many things happen in a year to just jump forward that far without any referance to what happened in that time. Or maybe it's just that I wish I could see people and places "One Year Later" without having to wait it out.