Who's got two thumbs, speaks limited French and is 25 today? This moi!

That's right, punks.  It really happened.

From now on, when you're describing me to your friends, you'll say, "You know, Sara.  Brown hair, short, mid-twenties, really hates mayonnaise?"  And the other person will say, "Oh, right!  Yeah, she really does hate mayo..."

That's right.  I do.

And yes, today I turned 25 years old.

In response to this madness, I have decided that this will be my year.

Mind you, I'm not quite sure what that means just yet, but I've decided to own it nonetheless.  Allow me to show you my life's progression:

• 22 years old - graduated college
• 23 years old - moved to China, the Netherlands, and back to Indiana
• 24 years old - started grad school and bought a car
  
• 25 years old - graduate early, marry a lumberjack and adopt a family of hedgehogs
  

Seems logical, right?

Now, I know this isn't really going to happen.  Early graduation?  Pfft, come on!  Not only will I not graduate early, but I'm pretty sure I will never graduate.  In fact, it's possible that I died a long time ago and it turns out that Boone is my own personal Hell.  Hard to say.

Anyway, I think good things should happen to me this year.  As Christina has taught me, I am far too pretty for a lot of the junk that happened during the 24s.  And damned if that girl isn't right!

I feel like it's okay if 26 blows furry monkey nuggets as long as 25 gives me something I can work with.

I think this little snippet from Scrubs best depicts how I feel about turning 25:

JD: Time to take the G-R off my gratitude and give that old bastard some attitude, JD style!
Carla: His office is that way.
JD: I know, I have to go throw up first.