I was hacked out of my mother's uterus on 9 June 1985.

And I have to agree about the amazingness of iCal. What I particularly enjoy is when I have an entire weekend that is blue (the color of fun). My other colors are for class, other class, other other class, other other other class (which is a different variety of class all together), work (which I've somewhat given up on), and other (which is stuff that I'm too lazy to categorize properly).