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Apparently I am 21, old, wrinkly and cranky. I have just fulfilled the basic requirements to be a wizened old  man sitting on his lawn yelling at kids to get off of it. Personally speaking, I've never had a more depressing birthday in my life. Project submissions, being sick, massive workloads, random errands, and other copious amounts of work, put a severe halt on any attempts to enjoy a rather lackluster day as it is.

Frankly speaking, I hate birthdays. They remind of how useless I am at times as an individual. By age 21, I was supposed to have done a million things which included bungee jumping, skydiving, gone hiking by myself, and a slew of other random crap, instead it's great to see I've done next to nothing that is remotely special. Oh well, there's always next year for new disappointments.

Things are finally shaping up for the better. I've got a few internships lined up and parents are finally getting furniture, car and various other things lined up for the summer. I get to fly home for a little while as well which is good. I can't stand being in one place for too long, I need to escape Pakistan for a little while as it is.

Oddly enough, I had a lot to blog about but it seems to have all vanished. I need to get all emo and moody and then post. In the mean time, enjoy a pointless and irrelevant blog post for now.

(After reading all of that I feel like a blonde. If only I had large breasts.)