Turning 18...

is literally exactly the same as turning any other age.

I hate birthdays. Not because I'm afraid of getting older, or the inevitable of life passing by. But I just hate that people figure that one day of the year, they need to pretend to be nice to you, just because it's the anniversary of the day you popped out of your mother.

I never celebrated birthdays outside of a few presents from family, and a birthday dinner at Grandma's. I wasn't allowed birthday parties.
Attending other children's, YES. But I had maybe five of my own. All when I was really little.

I'm turning 18 today, and you know what the thing I'm most afraid of is?
Responsibility.
But the more I think about it, the more I realize I've already had all these responsibilities, and things will actually get EASIER now that I'm considered an adult.

My friend Feeby, who I'm moving in with after I graduate, has this big, birthday "weekend surprise" for me, so i'll be there friday night-sunday evening...
According to one friend who's in on it, as well as Feebs, it's akin to a "Tiger"...which freaks me out xD
On top of that, I hate surprises. I get paranoid. And freak out.
It gives me no time to plan or prepare.
Also. I had a nightmare about this surprise.
Just. Wow.

Anyway, so I'm 18 now. Whoot.
It means I'm allowed to be in love with someone almost two years older than me, and not have it be weird anymore. And it means I can go into any con-panel i want to. Because I'm an adult.

OH!! THat's right.
In a birthday card I got, I got a pin that says "I'm an adult. 18. Show some respect..." and i'm totally wearing it to the ONE HOUR of school I have tomorrow.
Why do seniors even go to school during ACT week?

(yay for publishing the "birthday journal" around 11pm, the night before))