Every Minute Counts When You're 29.

Finals are over. I have finished 4 of 6 Semesters. Probably successfully. Before you know it, I will be legally educated.

I also turned 29, this week. I've never felt better--except for that nagging feeling that I'm getting older. Somebody said something to me about 30, this week, too. I am, surprisingly, not worried about it. Afterall, I'm still closer to 20 than I am to 40.

Elizabeth took me to a baseball game to celebrate. The Bees won in the 10th inning. Very exciting. I did not put on sun block. My right half is red, my left is white. Go Utes! Too bad I'm an Aggie. Elizabeth also got me a great gift: sailing gloves. That puts me one step closer to captain-hood, and I won't feel like as much of a poser when I go to regattas.

My car smells, rattles, and the AC is gone, too. Maybe it just turned the car equivalent of 30.