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Turning eighteen was fun, I guess. No, I haven't done anything special and "adult" just yet. It's sad, I already feel less fun, and I've only been an eighteen a couple days now. I don't think I'm ready to grow up just yet.
On the other hand, I've got some cash now, as it was the only present the parental units could think of. (I was being evilly indecisive this year. I guess not wanting presents is part of being a boring adult.) So now I'm supposed to come up with something to buy myself. Exciting stuff, no?
Meanwhile, I've been beating myself up over what I want to do with my life. I'm probably still going to go to Valencia right away, though there are thoughts of working for a bit and waiting. Who knows, maybe making nothing but minimum wage for awhile will motivate me to go back to school.
Oh, God, I can only hope.
On the other hand, I've got some cash now, as it was the only present the parental units could think of. (I was being evilly indecisive this year. I guess not wanting presents is part of being a boring adult.) So now I'm supposed to come up with something to buy myself. Exciting stuff, no?
Meanwhile, I've been beating myself up over what I want to do with my life. I'm probably still going to go to Valencia right away, though there are thoughts of working for a bit and waiting. Who knows, maybe making nothing but minimum wage for awhile will motivate me to go back to school.
Oh, God, I can only hope.