Getting Old
Well, I'm back from spring break after ten days in the mountains skiing (and in the process was voted as having the best goggle tan out of the fifteen people on the trip). Great fun, good powder on the slopes, nothing like celebrating your twentieth birthday with six fresh inches of snow at Vail.
Speaking of which, it is so fucking surreal to no longer be a teenager. Being a twenty-something just has a whole different connotation. Your supposed to be wiser, more mature, have something planned out for life. It's weird to think I've been alive for two whole fucking decades, that is a shit-ton of time. Scary really, how the older you get the more your fate seems set in stone and the less leeway you have to fuck up. One small decision at this point can mean the difference between following your dreams or working at a gas station for the rest of your life (if that's anyone's dream out there, no disrespect). Fuck man, I don't want to grow old.
Speaking of which, it is so fucking surreal to no longer be a teenager. Being a twenty-something just has a whole different connotation. Your supposed to be wiser, more mature, have something planned out for life. It's weird to think I've been alive for two whole fucking decades, that is a shit-ton of time. Scary really, how the older you get the more your fate seems set in stone and the less leeway you have to fuck up. One small decision at this point can mean the difference between following your dreams or working at a gas station for the rest of your life (if that's anyone's dream out there, no disrespect). Fuck man, I don't want to grow old.