Today marks the beginning of my eighteenth year on Earth, and as a result my entrance into the world of adulthood. I think what I’m going to love about being an “adult”, as loosely as I can use the term, is the lack of the age restraint. Being able to sign my own documents, being able to enter contests, not having to always read the fine print to see if I have to be the age of majority. Upon turning eighteen, most of my friends went out with their friends and got drunk at the nearest bar, or bought beer at their local SAQ(the alcohol distributor of my province), celebrating the fact that they no longer need fake ids. However, I have never been the get-drunk-and-pass-out-type, and I am not allowed to drink for the next nine months or so because of medication I am on, which means that it’s not an option at all. I think I might just go and buy a lottery ticket tomorrow, just so I can feel as if I am suddenly allowed to do things I was never able to do before. I can’t wait until I’m invited somewhere 18+, so I can finally not worry about whether or not they check identification.
I was originally going to have a large group of friends over, but too many of them canceled because of other plans couldn’t get a lift to my house (I am highly deprived of any sort of public transportation). It was advertised as a pool party, so even more canceled when they heard about the weather (some friends I have, huh?). I ended up completely canceling the event this morning, deciding that I was not in the mood for a party that no one wanted to show up to. Needless to say, I am not in the mood I was hoping to be in for my birthday, but I’m trying to make the best of it. My parents keep telling me that I should do something “special” and not let this day pass by without doing anything (or I’ll regret it, apparently), but is it wrong for me to spend my birthday the way I want to – lounging around my house and relaxing? I’m not one for crowds, and I much prefer to spend my time at home watching television or a movie than hanging around at a club pretending to have fun.
This hasn’t been the most positive post, but I do truly love birthdays. At least birthdays from my childhood. They’re always so colorful – with the balloons, the cake, candles, sparklers, and the presents. I actually stopped having birthdays when I was around twelve, but I haven’t forgotten how happy they used to make me. When I have kids, I plan to make sure that they don’t miss out on all the merriment that birthdays can provide.
So, before, I go on with the pictures, I ask you: How did you spend your most recent birthday? How old did you become?

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