Finally, I turn 18.
I can't make corny 'Oh then toh I will call you didi' jokes anymore.
People asked me if I had a party or not. I'm not really sure of what to say... I ate a lot. That's half the party won, right?
Funny, I don't feel like particularly like an adult. I think it's because I felt like an adult years ago. I came across this picture of me today. I was little then, and reading a book with an extremely pesudo-intellectual expression my face. Prophetic, one might have called it. The book was titled- 'I love pet animals.' I repeat- 'prophetic.'
But then, now that I am LEGALLY an adult, there are lots of things I can do.
Vote- Doesn't excite me too much. Who the hell do I vote for? The earthquake or the hurricane?
Drive- THIS, I am really eager to do. And YES, I CAN reach the accelerator.
Have a bank account without benevolent guardianship looming over my shoulder- This reminds me.
I am DYING to make a movie, and I need to fund it. My fame must spread beyond YouTube and Facebook Videos.
Marry- YECH >.<
To talk of marrying when I I haven't dated anyone as a non-adult.... Which is alright, I suppose, and it'll make the first relationship special, and yada yada yada.
But then again, I've had to hear jokes about me and the school peon. Who has more personality than half the teaching staff, but you get my point.
Ooh, and there's one more thing I can do. I don't even need the law for that.
Boss around my brother :D
He's going to grow taller than me soon, and he's starting to get better than me at punja. I need to establish my superiority in some way, right?
Anyway, Happy Birthday to me. These are the occasions when one starts a new blog. I can't do that, but I'll make a compromise. This is my last blogpost before the ISC.