Feeling breezy? ‘Cuz I sure am. April 5th is CSS Naked Day which promotes web standards. “Plain and simple. This includes proper use of (x)html, semantic markup, a good hierarchy structure, and of course, a good ‘ol play on words. It’s time to show off your < body >.”
Next week Mark and I are going up to Madison, WI to see Blue Man Group. He’s seen them a couple of times, but I’ve yet to ever see them live before, so I’m excited to go. Though I can’t say I’m looking forward to a three hour drive to/fro with Mark (aah, shh I kid, I kid!) I believe we’ll be up there on the 10th and the 11th. So please, try not to plan any nuclear attacks while I’m up there, I would like to leave with all my limbs attached.
Other than that I haven’t been up to much lately. Actually, now that I look at it, I haven’t really posted much about my personal life all that much. I suppose it’s because I’ve been trying to be a bit more private and I wasn’t sure if people actually enjoyed reading on about my personal doings. I sort of kept it on livejournal instead of here. But things have been pretty good; I had my final interview (as well as background check and drug test) for a major retailer last week so I should be hearing back from them to finish the process tomorrow sometime (though I plan on calling them.)
I registered for a summer course at JJC which starts May 14th. Classes are Mondays and Wednesdays from 5-9:55pm at their main campus. Fun stuff! Not only that but in 33 days I will finally turn 21. Yes, I am excited. I will finally be able to go out with my boyfriend and friends when they go out to bars. I can finally drink away my life without having to depend on someone else to buy the stuff for me. Though I can’t say I was a big drinker prior. I’m not sure what I’ll be doing for my birthday but I know Amy plans on getting me absolutely ripped.
So long as it’s not Bourban Street I’m all good. I’m just excited because when you’re 21, you’ve kind of hit that bracket where you don’t feel young, but you don’t feel old yet. When you turn 18, it usually signified that you were out of high school, able to buy cigarettes, and purchase porn and lotto. When you turn 19, there’s nothing special. When you turn 20, you’re no longer a teenager but you’re stuck in age purgatory. But now.. 21… Yeah, it’s a nice age. Too bad I’m not turning 25, unlike some stinker I know (56 more days until you’re officially an old fart!)