This is my last day of being 20 years old.
Last year I spent my last day of being a teenager driving around my hometown listening to Beethoven’s Sonata Pathetique and contemplating what it means to grow up. In honor of tradition’s sake and to recognize that today is the last day I will ever have a vertically aligned driver’s license, I will once again drive around my hometown listening to Beethoven and thinking about how, thus far in life, 20 years old was the best fucking age and I accomplished things I never dreamed I could.
College-aged adulthood rocks - old enough to be a baller but young enough to still get some help when the going gets tough. OUTI!
1993 was a cool year.
My 21st birthday is in five days and my tumblr is also turning five very soon, and all I have to say is goddamn have I changed since my mid-teens. I’m so proud of everything I’ve accomplished at such a young age. All those times I struggled, felt trapped, wanted to give up. I never thought I’d mature so quickly or turn out to be the person I am today. And I love that person.
- me watching the Olympics: oh wow, that was impressive!
- announcer: ANOTHER DISASTROUS MISTAKE!
I’m a bird.
I float. I’m 21 years old and I am simply acting my age.
All I can say is I’d rather be in Florida right now.