There's something remotely depressing about spending your 21st birthday in school, rushing your assignment amidst stressed out individuals. And it just isn't the same celebrating it after the submissions and presentations because the 21st birthday is always said to be special, hence, celebrating wayyy after the date itself just doesn't make it special anymore. But there really isn't anything I can do about it. All I can hope to do is to probably try and finish the bulk of my work tonight, which means I can't sleep, so that I don't have to spend my birthday being bogged down in the workshop or the studio.
On the bright side, the past 20 years of my life here on Earth has been, well..interesting. At least I'm still around to celebrate another year gone by. Looking back, I can say I won't trade any of my experiences (most of them anyway) for anything. I've certainly lived long enough to experience the peaks, valleys, and plateaus of life.
People ask me what I want for my birthday. Besides a car and maybe one million dollars, I don't think I have any pending requests. Hmmm...a pair of birkenstocks wouldn't be a bad thing. I guess I have a lot to be thankful for, and as compared to many people, I already have everything (apart from a car and one million dollars, but I'll give it a rest already).
21 has always been considered a milestone in anybody's life. It marks the beginning of freedom. But like Mom said, I've already been enjoying a considerable amount of freedom ever since I was like what, 15? So it doesn't really make a difference, apart from the fact that I'm now considered, by law, a legal adult. That makes me feel so old. I can be someone else's guardian. Oooo. But seriously, what are mere numbers? I haven't felt any different from when I was 18. No aching bones yet. Not much wrinkles yet. No white hair as far as I can see (but then again, I dye my hair like twice a year, so it probably covers everything). But I've heard that after your 21st birthday, the days will just go flying by and before you know it, you're 27 and getting ready to get married. Scary thought. I still want to enjoy my youth (what youth?).
Another 15 minutes more and I'll be embarking on a new chapter in my life. Maybe it's a good time to start it all off on a clean slate. New Year resolutions are so passe. Now that I'm turning 21 and becoming a legal adult, maybe it's the best time to make some changes and stick faithfully to them:
First of all, no more slacking off in school. From now on, I'm gonna nerd it. Which means I have to stay up the whole night so I can complete my work for the current project.
Secondly, make up my mind whether or not to stay on in waterpolo and not regret whichever decision. It's time to stop being mimbly wimbly about it. Haha.
Thirdly, hmmm...thirdly....Ok, nothing for now, but something's bound to come up soon.
Sigh. I wish I could celebrate my special 21st birthday somewhere other than in school. Even my dinner with my family would have to wait till the end of October because Dad is going overseas on my birthday for 2 weeks. Man, it doesn't get worse than this. Oz said that the 21st birthday is special, and if I spend it stuck in school, I'll spend the rest of my life in school. I know it's crap, but there may be some hint of truth in it. Hahaha. I'm going mad. Maybe I should resolve to start acting my age and stop jumping and running and dancing and burping and singing and waving to people and rolling the chair all over the place. But then again, I wouldn't be Tracy anymore.