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That's not my cake, but doesn't it look absolutely scrumptious?
Hi! It's obviously been quite awhile since my last update; I've been incredibly remiss, & I apologize. :)
Today - or, rather, yesterday, considering the time - was my eighteenth birthday. There were a few hiccups along the way, but it was definitely a momentous day. It started out with an obscenely early doctors appointment (for a girl who generally wakes up around 1PM or so, having to wake up at 8AM is a rather difficult transition, as you can imagine) and two shots, a hair appointment in which the stylist got the color all wrong, and petty party-related drama. Thankfully, however, it ended splendidly, with a planned "abduction" by my best friends. It's evenings like this that I truly appreciate; tonight more than made up for the unexpectedly disastrous morning.
That, however, isn't why I've decided to come out of hibernation to post an entry. I've been really fascinated lately by the idea of the future, life in general, & adulthood. I'm really not going to lie, I find the reality of growing older incredibly frightening. It's so peculiar to think that I'm considered a real person now. To some degree, it's a bit frustrating, because I don't feel a bit more mature at eighteen than I did at seventeen, & yet the government now magically regards me as an adult. I can vote! My opinions matter! I could even win the lottery, if I got lucky enough! It's a bit daunting to think about - I don't feel any older; I certainly don't look any older. In fact, that reminds me of one of my favorite movies of all time, Sixteen Candles. (And, honestly, when is it not appropriate to quote? Never.) Says Molly Ringwald's character, Sam on the morning of her sixteenth birthday: "No, I didn't expect to wake up transformed. I just thought that turning sixteen would be so major that I'd wake up with an improved mental state that would show on my face. All it shows is that I don't have any sort of a tan left."
I'm not saying that my eighteenth birthday was a letdown, like Sam's, because it truly was a wonderful day. I'm just remarking on how strange birthdays really are. I feel like it shouldn't be, Poof! You're magically one year older and now can do more cool stuff! I'm probably not even making any sense, as it's late, and I'm rather tired.
I'm curious, though - what are your opinions on birthdays? Love 'em? Hate 'em? Are you just in on it for the cake & presents? Let me know!
xo!
Tyler ♥


