It was my birthday

I was worried that after I blogged about getting a bunch of Facebook birthday wishes that I wouldn't actually get any comments...but the comments poured in. Here are a few of the meaningful ones.

Justin W: happy birthday same age brother

Caleb S: happy birthday dude... sorry for breaking the 8 girl streak you can delete this if you want

Dana M: 21? Really? Holy crap! Happy birthday, I guess. Jeez.

Brenda B: Happy 21st birthday Proctor! And, congratulations on the guest blog spot. You rock! I hope you enjoyed lots of your mom's home cooking and all of the parental love while you were home for the weekend.

And the last one is from my brother, an avid reader of my blog.
Walter A: Happy Birthday _____! ______ I can't believe you are finally 21. Have a good B-Day _____.

It was a good birthday.

Going into labor day

In 17 minutes I will be turning 21 years old. I'm excited. It is a big day apparently. But I'm also unexcited. Unexcited about the avalanche of comments I'm about to receive on Facebook. September 7th is the day that a ton of my closest facebook "friends" read that it is my birthday and then leave a stock standard birthday greeting for me. Is that suppose to make me happy? Or gracious. Usually there are about 7 people that are actually wishing me a happy birthday and putting some effort into a unique and meaningful birthday wish. As for the rest of them? Nothing. The clock hasn't even struck 12 and the comments have already started to roll in.

"Happy Birthday _____!"
"______ I can't believe you are finally 21"
"Have a good B-Day _____"

I like my birthday to be low key. Spend time with those closest to me. And eat cake. Tomorrow I'm going to spend time with my family, drive back to Austin with my brother, and go see Inglorious Basterds at the Alamo Drafthouse with my girlfriend. I think it is going to be a pretty good day.