Bad luck and birthdays

Wow, I have really forgotten about this thing. Shows how little time I spend around the computer these days...

School's getting way more hectic, now that first semester has come to an end. Right at the perfect time though; I go back to second semester on Monday 18 years old. Yes, I celebrated my eighteenth birthday yesterday. :) It wasn't much, just a cake and a day spent with friends and a frightful amount of money for someone like me to be handling, but it went well.

But, hell, there's been so much other stuff over the past few months, its so hard to keep up. My memory is terrible, and that's what this was supposed to be for...and then I never update. Ah, well. I make the most of my days, and I live for the future, not the past. What's done is done.

Being 18 doesn't feel any different, really, except that now I can stay out basically as long as I feel like on weekends. Sweet! And I'm now legally allowed to drive people other than my family around. Oh, and buy cigarettes and porn. If I were into that stuff, that'd be great, but I'm not, so meh.

I can also vote, but I'm not so enthused about that because the next major election is now 4 years away again. But I'll be ready and waiting!

And what of bad luck you say? Bad luck. I has it. Just to sum things up: guys are not necessary in life. Guys are optional. Why am I the only one who understands this but still tries anyway? Note to self: Stop. Just stop.

That is all.