And then one day your life looks like a game of ...

It's opening day. Which technically is the first day of Spring in my book. However, it isn't really. It is cold and I feel like some sort of freak irritated with her ankles showing. I turn 24 this week. Not atypically old. A good middle of the road age really, but that does not mean that I want anything to do with the pomp and circumstance of this weekend. I honestly want to wear sweat pants and sleep till noon...yea. 24!