Goodbye, childhood...

Well, this is it... the final evening of being a kid. I'm kinda nervous because there's so many things I could be doing or should do tomorrow to make it the best birthday ever. Well, it probably will be anyways, but when I was younger, I was really into the details of my birthday. I would always calculate exactly how many days old I was and think about how weird it was that I was a year older. Now that I'm going to be 18 tomorrow, things will be kinda different, but I don't think I want to dwell on it too much. Sure, I will buy scratch tickets and vote and whatever else I'm allowed to and want to do, but I know I won't feel different, so I shouldn't be so dramatic. I've thought that perhaps I should act more mature, but I would just be faking it, and besides, even acting mature would still be acting. I am whoever I am all the time. I think Alex, a guy I work with who's 18, put it best when he said that when you're 17, you act like a 12-year-old, and when you turn 18, the only thing different is you'll act like a 12-year-old in a casino. So that's that... I'm just gonna keep being who I am and take advantage of what I'm allowed to do when I'm 18, but I won't change to fit my age. So with that out of mind, I'm going to have the best day ever tomorrow. w00t!