I'm not crusty about birthdays yet. I suppose I identify as a pessimist, yet for whatever reason, I sustain a faint hope that my birthday will unfurl into an effortless series of delightful events. This year, my 24th birthday came and went with little occasion- though I finally went to OMSI and was pleased to find the place smelling like crispitos, my favorite cafeteria item. I'm always just trying to recapture the subtle essence of my prepubescence.