I am officially 18 years old as of last Tuesday.
It's both discomfiting and boring.
I almost forgot my birthday actually and was only reminded when my parents asked me about birthday plans. Honestly, no big birthday bash or anything. Just simple parties with family and friends. I'm just a bit worried on the being eligible to vote and all. I guess I need to start being updated on politics. Yay.
But that isn't what I wanted to write about today. My birthday actually helped me realize what I wanted to write about next. I wanted to write about college. School for me starts in more or less a month from now (unlike some of my friends who start in two weeks). The idea of going to a new school petrifies me but at the same time, thrills me. I'm slowly letting go of my blanket of familiarity. The only thing I've really known for the past 13 years: my school. And it frightens me that if I don't do well outside of my blanket, it's already too late to grab it back because it's already slowly drifting down in the chasm that is time.
But this is also a great time for me to learn who I am. To know what I want to do when I'm older. Because I honestly have no idea what I want to be when I'm older. I have no idea who I am really besides this clump of contradictions and redundant hypocrisy.
And it's... helped me be quite productive actually.
I've done some drawings I'm hoping to post soon.
And I might have a summer (sort of) project coming up so I might update you on that.