22

Well this last Monday was my 22nd birthday. 

Wahoo!

I know I am still super young but Provo is making me feel old now.

Mostly conversations like these:

them: "How old are you?"

me: "22"

them: "Oh, it's so nice to hang out with older girls, I don't know anyone thats 22 that isn't married or on a mission."

me: " (oh..cool.)

OR

them: "How old are you?"

me: "22"

them: "Are you dating anyone?"

me: "nope"

them: "well are you thinking about a mission?"

me: "eh, not really"

them: "are you really close to graduating?"

me: "HA, maybe if i didn't change my  major all but 10 times"

awkward silence

END SCENE

Oh well, I know I'm not old and I'm not in any hurry to be. (hence why all the answers to the questions above are indeed a big no...oops.)

But on a thuper dooper positive note here is what my birthday week contained:

1. PF Changs with friends.

2. COMMUNAL in Provo. (if you live in Provo and havnt been here grab a hot date or your girlfriends and GO. Best food I've ever had.)

3. SAN CLEMENTE, CA for the weekend

4. MICHAEL BUBLE at the Staples Center

5. I'm now obsessed and in love with M.B

6. aaaand shopping.

Needless to say it's been a great birthday week and I feel tons and tons better than I have the past 2 weeks.

Well here is a little taste of one of my FAV songs from the concert. 

It's just so.. relatable.