Slick 17

Well, it was just my birthday. Yes, my friends, its the big one seven. Only twenty-two months till college,
three years till I can drink, and one year until I can drive (in this country, at least).

It's no sweet sixteen, but nevertheless this birthday felt very special. It is the first one oversea's and the
second (after my first) not in New Hampshire. So perhaps, like sweet sixteen, it deserves a special name of its
own. "Slick Seventeen" has a nice ring to it.

In honour of the most important day of the year, I received several gifts/presents. The first package I
opened contained... a pen! What the heck? Oh well, it was kind of cool, even if the joke was on me. Next was a
small case that reads: Jumeraih Beach. Another "what the heck were you thinking," but kind of funny. Third,

I received some very nice books: Typee, by Herman Mellville, and a P.G. Woodehouse novel. P.G.
Woodehouse is really a great author; I'll have to make a post for him sometime.

Finally, a very small and seemingly insignificant package was pushed in my direction. I slowly ripped off
the red paper and blue sash... (this is getting really lame)
I pulled out a new, silver Ipod Nano.




I am enjoying my Ipod after a long time without one, because some son of a $@*# broke the first one. I have already put 55 songs on it, and it will make running much more fun.