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Feb 24, 2011 23:33

One consequence of being born in 1986, especially in February, is that you will never forget how old you are.

I'd wax more poetic about the meaning of Feb. 25 and independence but all I'm thinking right now is, I'm turning fucking 25. And it's not half as scary as I thought but I won't ever think of myself as someone who's 25. That's like not Disney watching age. And I still can't live without Disney.

I don't feel like I should be 25, I'm more 18 than anything else. But ugh.

Meanwhile, I completely forgot about my Fulbright application.

grad school, older, rant

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