we can make this last

It's my birth week! And since this blog is all about ME ME ME (and occasionally Jenna Colvin) I'm going to take the time to talk even more about me me me.

Something I've noticed about birthdays is that they really change as you get older. I've always been the type of person to get way more excited about other people's days of birth than my own, but the past few years it's been... well.. even worse. I hardly think about my birthday until a few days before! And then it's a frantic dash to tell my parents about the two or three things I can think of for them to get me! (exibit A, exibit B)

I feel like this lame birthday attitude has just recently come during college. For many different reasons, I felt a little lackluster when it came to ages 19 and 20. Let's take a trip back... shall we?

On April 6, 2009, I was in a bad mood. It was my first birthday away from home, and I was not liking it one bit. I sat around in my room all day moping after class. My roommates felt really bad for me. They talked me into doing pilates in the living room. (random? I just remember that vividly.) And around 11:30, they told me that I actually needed to get dressed because we were going somewhere. They forced me to put my jacket on backwards with my hood over my face, and a blindfold over my eyes! And here's how the rest of the night went...

blindfolded Madeline

blindfolded Madeline feeling really awkward

blindfolded Madeline being led out to the car

We got pie. I was in a slightly better mood after that. (who is that boy?)

So that is how my 19th birthday ended. My roommates really surprised me, and we ended up having a great time! "Is Madeline's birthday over yet??" I miss those girls...

p.s. i'll tell you about 20 tomorrow