What is 27?

So, I'm almost a week late on this, but when the University gives you spring break off and you're not a college student you embrace it and stay far away from the internet and work (that and AT&T is a terrbile, horrible excuse for a company and is witholding my service -- or at least that's how I'm taking it -- as an act of war).

I googled 27 and here's what I came up with: Cobalt is the 27th element on the periodic table, there is a Level 27 clothing line that is straight out of a Tim Burton movie, rule #27 of golf states that if a ball is lost or is out of bounds, the player must play a ball, under penalty of one stroke, as nearly as possible at the spot from which the original ball was last played and finally according to Wikipedia, the best website ever invented besides google and lonelygirl15, 27 is the natural number following 26 and preceding 28 and is the smallest positive integer requiring four syllables to name in English, though it can be unambiguously defined in just two: "three cubed".

So where was I ... Oh yeah, turning 27. Other years held no significance and it wasn't a problem, so I'm not sure why 27 is bothering me so much. Maybe because it's an odd number and I only like even integers (true story - in 6th grade I took the SATs early as part of some "you're smart" program and when I sat down to take it I had no idea what an integer was -- how was I supposed to know it was a fancy name for number, I was only in 6th grade. Still, I probably still got a higher score than half of the men's basketball team). Maybe I don't like 27 because it brings me one step closer to 30. Or maybe because it takes me one step farther away from 20. I mean I can't even say I am in my mid-twenties anymore. No sir, so long to that -- hello to late-twenties. Late-twenties?!?

And I think it also takes away my standby excuse for things that I find people asking as I get older. When are you going to get married? When are you going to have kids? When are you going to buy a house? I think 27 means I can't say I feel too young anymore without people looking at me like they would after Ibekwe shoots a free throw (that means crazy if you've never seen him shoot one).

So, with no conclusion in sight, happy birthday to me and to all a good night.

Afterthought -- I just found out that there are 27 letters in the Hebrew alphabet -- maybe I should have been Jewish and wouldn't be having any issues right now?

And yes, March Madness is still in the air -- just not for those darn Terps. They get me everytime. Go Oregon and G-town!