A year ago this time, I was flipping out because in 2 weeks, I was going to be 20 years old. Instead of being excited because I was entering a new decade I was crying like a little bitch because I was getting old. Now, I am more excited like a small child waiting for Christmas. It's not even as if something extremely special is going to happen. I've been drinking illegally for how long now. What now I'll have the responsibility of buying it? Zippidity-fucking-doo-dah! Although the world of drinking won't be new to me, I am still anticipating this birthday and all the fun that will come with it. For one, I am excited because finally, FINALLY, the people I hang out with will no longer have to cater around me. It's not oh, well Leni can't go because she's little. Finally, I am an adult, even though my height says otherwise. Second, I am officially an adult. I can do just about everything but claim myself independant on my fafsa and rent a car. I like the fact that I won't be considered a little kid anymore. I am actually exicted about being more responsible.....and yet I was bitching about having to take on more responsiblity last year. I make no sense.