Well, it's happened. I'm actually 22. Now, I know that's not that old, but in an age where everything happens at an earlier age (kids are learning foreign languages and math in kindergarten, for god's sake), I feel that I should have actually accomplished something by this point in my life. I mean, I'll be graduating in less than 7 months and I really have almost no idea what I want to do with my life. Pretty much as far as I've gotten is that I don't want to live on the street and it would be nice to be able to afford food. I'm having a quarter-life crisis. That's right, yet another thing that's happening earlier in life, an age-based identity crisis. Fantastic. Don't worry, though, just because I'm worried that I'll never get a job/get married/have kids/be a real human being, doesn't mean I've felt the need to mature in my social life. Thursday and Friday night, the night before and night of the dreaded birthday, I acted like a complete and total buffoon. It was like freshman year all over again (not that I ever drank underage, it's illegal and dangerous). I had a fantastic time, and thanks to my absolutely amazing friends whom I love and appreciate, I was in such bad shape that I went to bed at about 10:30 last night. Or maybe I'm just getting old. At least I can still have a good time, even if in the future I probably won't be able to afford to go out and will have to use my welfare checks to get drunk off of codene cough syrup.
In other news, I always use my birthday as the marker of when it's acceptable to start listening to Christmas music and watching Christmas movies, so I'm currently watching Love Actually. Here's one of my personal favorite songs from the movie. And yes, it makes me cry every time.
Both Sides Now, by Joni Mitchell
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