Well the 17th was my birthday so I'm officially 18, I can live by my self, leagally have sex, vote and be prosecuted as an adult but I can't smoke, or drink...it's messed up if you ask me.
Anyways, my "special day" pretty much passed with no recognition then that other then my family. *shrugs* I'm wondering if I should be upset and I just can't find it in me to be upset. I honestly don't care and it's weird that I don't, at least it feels that it *should* be weird. Sometimes I just don't get me.
Ok, well mostly everyone that is told that I've turned the big 18 (wow) are all like "ooh, aahh, how do you feel?" I feel just like I did the day before I turned 18. I mean it is weird now to say I'm 18 instead of 17 and just thinking that I've been alive that long, but as to how I feel, and if any *huge* 'bang, slam, CRACK!' went off at that "magical hour"...well nothing extrodianry happened, I just kept on walking or living or being or whatever...so for all of you who haven't turned 18 yet then take it from me...it doesn't feel any different although I'm told that in 40 years it will feel different....*shrugs* it is what it is I guess.