Stepping into my twenties, ouch.

I feel a reflective post coming on, it is now my twentieth birthday, and it's hitting me and it's scary. I'm twenty. That's two decades of life I've amassed. Where did all this time go? I remember being a kid and thinking about the one day when I'd be twenty and it can't be here already, it's too early. I'm still a kid God damn it. Or I want to be, desperately. I also want to be 21, but you can't have it both ways, as a matter of fact, there's only one way to have it, and that is that I'm getting older. Age sneaks up on you. I would like to announce that I made it all the way through my teens without getting knocked up. This is apparently quite a feat from the town I come from, since half of the girls in my class are pregnant, or just had a kid. As for my birthday plans, I will be in good company consisting of: The love of my life, Logan, my Phoenician best friend Nicole, Work friend Dylan, and Work friend Deijah, possibly more people stopping by the ... amusement park! Toking, riding coasters all day, sippin' a bit o' the spirits, and just having an all around good time. Then it's off to Pappadeaux's for king crab legs. Anyway, here's to getting fucking old, can't wait.