Ich bin zwanzig Jahre alt

I turned twenty today. Jeni made me cupcakes 🙂 It was kindof creepy because I had actually thought about making some myself this weekend, and then wiring a bunch of LEDs to candles for festivity since lighting flames in the ECB would probably be frowned upon. Needless to say I didn’t get around to that, but I still got cupcakes out of the deal, which was awesome! CAE’s network alternated today between completely down and “router trouble”, a.k.a. dropping 999 out of every 1000 packets across the wire, and was no better during the Enlight meeting tonight. So, we packed up and went out to eat for my birthday instead. We went to Dotty Dumplings, which was a really good time, culminated by the first (hopefully last?) time I have ever seen a TI-89 employed in figuring out a restaurant bill. lol. Thanks guys, I had a great night.

In other news, I’ll be working for Microsoft this summer, pending a phone call tomorrow morning to my recruiter. I also had really great job offers from Intuit and Heartland Business Systems, but after weighing various factors and waiting a whlie for my subconcious to make the best choice, I’ve decided to head out to Redmond, WA.

In still other news yet, I finished Knife of Dreams, which was excellent. Having completed the book, though, I expect my productivity to rise on the order of 10x.

Finally, an interesting memory came to light this weekend, when one of my birthday cards had been modified from the Hallmark original to read, “Happy ‘Golden’ Birthday.” Now, I seriously don’t think that I have even thought the phrase “golden birthday” since elementary school. I can clearly remember, in fact, walking into the Forest Glen Elementary school cafeteria line one day, oh-so-many years ago, and being jealous of a friend (I don’t remember who) who was having their golden birthday. I distinctly remember thinking to myself how much it sucked that so-and-so got to have their golden birthday now, when I wouldn’t get mine until I was really old.

So I guess that makes me really old. Dad, what does that make you?