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8:15 p.m. - 23/01/2008 1, 2, 3, ... 25? I turn twenty-five in a few hours and honestly I don't feel much different. I stopped feeling like I was getting older once I hit sixteen. It's the birthdays of others that make me feel older now. My younger sister will be twenty-one this year and that's definitely sobering. In the grand scheme of things twenty-five years don't amount to much. I'm sure tomorrow will bring the traditional and tired birthday questions that everyone asks... “Do you feel older?” How do you answer those questions? “No. I don't. Thanks for the inane questions, you great ass.”? Probably not the best way to keep people hanging around for next year's obligatory celebration of age. I jokingly suggested to my boyfriend that I should stay up late tonight and do something crazy to celebrate my last night of being twenty-four. Instead, I will crawl into bed before 9:00 pm, have a Bacardi, and probably fall asleep watching reruns of “21 Jump Street”. Ahh, quite the party animal, aren't I? Well, party animal or not, twenty-five looms on the fast-approaching horizon and there's nothing I can do to slow it or the even-more fast-approaching responsibilities that seem to come with age. I guess all I can do is hang on for the ride and hope the end-result is something close to what I've always imagined for myself... | |