the night before the new day

Im on the verge of a new century. My last day of a ten at the beginning of my age has been super lazy, sleepy, drizzling by quicker than wanted and yet so endlessly long. I need time to think, but time slips away. I once heard that the time you experience until you are 18 and the time you experience for the rest of your life feel the same - a very scary thought.
I realised I miss home. I wish nothing more than to wake up in my room in stuttgart tomorrow morning, with my mum having some sort of surprize there for me (even if its only ready made breakfast) and for her to make me feel special tomorrow. my birthday is too early in the aceademic year for any of my uni friends to realise or to care. I am thus not hoping for anything great. I just hope that the friends I asked to come over care enough for me to keep the afternoon free - but as I said, I do not have high hopes.
It hence follows that I really dislike my birhtday. Its perhaps the most horrible day of the year. I hang around in melancholy of what has passed and never will be again. I hope for some cool thing to happen which never does, and I am too rubbish at organising parties to organise one for myself.
as already the chickflick "shes all that" said: "blaming (someone) isnt going to change the fact that the future is going to happen, whether you are ready for it or not"
when I look towards the decade that awaits me I can say with certainty that whatever the future holds, I am very ill prepared. or maybe not. After all "yo no se manana". whatever it will hold. it is my life and that makes it worth me living it. I have the priviledge of the choice, and I hope the choices I make now are going to fall into their place.
what is left is a good reason to enjoy the import from the distille, and the half price sainsburys wine. cheers to another healthy, happy, eventful, and enjoyable century.