The bad news is my driver's license has expired. The good news is I'm finally part of the 20s club!! (semi-quoting my former Literature professor)
I'll talk about the latter.
The feeling is peculiar. There's something riveting about reaching your 20s. It's like wanting to grow up but not really wanting to (strange, yes). I guess it's because I never really had a taste of the young, wild, and free life during my teenage years. I had some parties, got crazy drunk a couple of times, some you know this and that, but I never drugged myself or anything-- for which I thank my self-disciplinarian self for. Although, there are so many separately insane and challenging teenage acts I wish I had done. So then when I look back, I would think it was all worth it. But I am very much twenty now- and there's a whole new decade to look forward to. My only birthday wish is to get a job within the next two months to jumpstart my awaiting mature life (and perhaps an iPhone 5 though it's not out yet haha).
Yesternight, my derp best friends semi-surprised me.
I got a birthday cake with a funny message (which I do not have to tell because it's an inside joke anyway) and was sort of coerced to wear a tiara so I get to be a princess for a night at Central. I love you, friends.
Now I have hundreds of greetings on Facebook to thank. This part makes me appreciative but lazy. Arriverci, teenage years.
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