I was just about to throw the ultra intense coffee my mum has just made for me dramatically out of the window, I fear that a tablespoon of instant may well lead to some pretty nasty side-effects, but i'm not going to, because today, the 14th of November is my birthday. However, besides the significance of the date to myself, I'm finding it rather difficult to catagorise my 22nd compared to my 21st, or any other birthday that I've had. I decided to accompany my mother on a trip to the Bagdad for a school's garden showing. She'd organised a great deal of the gardens there, and a large group of admirers of Gardens had bussed down to, um, admire the gardens.
My current educational experience has also finished, after a rather rough German exam and a 'fingers crossed' photography assessment, i'm free to reap the rewards of my fine art degree. I expect a lot of hard work ahead of me, as I keep being told that sending out emails just ain't gonna cut it.
I'm making plans, slowly, trying not to relax, and going to commence the search for professional experience, somewhere in the world. It's a confused state i'm in, probably cause the educational system is a warm blanket of repetition, but i'm sure we'll all adapt to the reality of the real world, whatever it throws at us. So, congratulations to all the graduates of 2010, and good luck with working intensely until you find that ideal job.
And a very special birthday wish to that twin of mine. Happy 22nd Damon. Keep jumping those rocks baby!
