Michael Jackson
August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009

May the King of Pop Rest In Peace...

Happy Birthday to Me.

Today I am 18 years old. It's kind of crazy. I feel like just yesterday I was celebrating my Poly acceptance and thinking up ways to reinvent myself for high school. However, the reinventing bit has failed and I'm pretty much the same person that I was four years ago. It's like the world has been growing up and changing around me accordingly while I'm just stuck in neutral. I don't know. I feel like I'm fully prepared for whatever life throws my way and like I shouldn't be 18 yet all at the same time. It's scary and exhilarating all at once. Physically, I don't feel any different (I never do on my brithdays) but emotionally, I feel...unexplainable. Like, I guess I keep waiting for something to hit me like BAM. I don't think it ever will, and that goes for each milestone age that I get to. But when I think about all of the opportunities that have opened up to me, it's amazing. And I'm not just talking about being able to buy porn and cigarettes either. I mean voting, paying bills, finally getting my own bank card, BEING A LEGAL FUCKING ADULT. It's just short of mindblowing. Okay, I may have exaggerated on that, but it's still kind of true. Meh. I'm excited. In less than two months I'll be moving into my dorm at Temple. As my dad said, this is really the beginning of my life.