I turned 30 today. I was dreading it for a while, but it was fun actually. And rather productive.

The day started out with breakfast. BF made it. Well, he always cooks breakfast, but today was exceptionally nice: a cheese omelet with red bell peppers and some spicy potatoes.

And while he was working, I revise two chapters, checked emails, etc. I also got a card from Mom with an international money order inside. (BTW — note to everyone: if you send an international money order, make sure to fill out every single blank space you’re supposed to fill out or it’s going to be near-impossible to cash it.) BF and I had sushi and cake for lunch. I revised another chapter, then practiced the new scales (with something like five sharps and one double-sharp) and read. Very very satisfied with the day.

P.S. If you’re wondering what BF got me for my birthday — he gave me a copy of Rascal. It’s out of print, but he found a nice hard cover. W00t!

I’m turning 29 on April 21. And you know what? I hate it. Here’s why…

1. I’ll be one year older. Soon I’m gonna hit that 3-0.
2. My life is more than 33% over.
3. I don’t think I’ve done enough with my life.
4. I’m definitely seeing the changes in my appearance and metabolism (not good).
5. I’m worried that when I hit 3-0, I’ll be in the same place I am now.
6. I want to eat cake, but if I eat it…I must hit the gym.
7. I still don’t know what I want for my birthday.
8. I’m panicking. (See #2 and #3)
9. Being an adult is grossly overrated. I learned this when I turned 21.
10. I feel like I’ll never have enough time to do everything I want.
11. I still don’t know what I want to do with my life.
12. Is age really just a number?
13. I want to be a teenager again.