July 7th and the past few days

(I realize it is now July 8th, but I just got back from heavy drinking. So pretend I posted this before midnight.) 19 years ago, on this very day, unbeknownst to Earth's people, the second coming of the Messiah occurred! Then, one minute afterwards, I was born. I picked quite a day to be born. Sister: Happy 7/7!...your birthday is going to become the new 9/11... My sister is quite the optimist. Anyhow, across the pond from the bombings in London, a few insignificant events occured here. I woke up, went to orgo (got there late, but early by my standards), came back to the apartment and hanged out with my mom who had drove up for part of the day, then slept, then swam, then read, then drank (a shake from Steak and Shake). No crazy party, sorry guys. Birthdays really aren't a huge deal to me, so I don't publicize mine. I just like helping celebrate other people's birthdays :) But people found out my birthday was today from thefacebook--well, except for my sister and mom, I guess, haha. Yesterday and the day before, Cassie stayed at our place, which was fun. It almost felt like the end of the school year again, only it was a lot shorter, and Cassie wasn't caffeinated as much so she coma'd on the couch quite often, hehe. I think I can write a paper about fireflies behavior after observing them at Bryan Park so much. It's breathtaking to see the field and trees light up as if trying to send Morse code messages (.-.. . - / ..- ... / -- .- -.- . / -... .- -... .. . ...), but it's also interesting to track a single firefly waltzing through the sky. I also tried stalking a rabbit a few nights ago. I hope I'm not turning into an animal rights hippie liberal. And last night also was Ultimate Frisbee night. I fumbled the frisbee a few times...got stuffed and scored on once...and ran a hell of a lot. It was fun and good :) Life is good. Happy 7/7 or 7/8.