This whole process of turning 21 is starting to dawn on me. Tomorrow morning, I can wake up, throw on some clothes, march on over to K&B and pick up whatever alcohol I want. Tomorrow for lunch I am going to Gio's with friends to split a pitcher of beer and pizza with my friends, and tomorrow night I will be drinking a jumbo sized mango margarita at El Torito. What?! How crazy is that?!
It makes me realize, too, that I will no longer have another birthday that is exciting. Unless I can't wait for the possibility of renting a car in California, or running for President. What is it about birthdays anyways? They are just another way that we humans decided to mark the passage of time, proving to us how short life really is, and how quickly it passes before our eyes.
What I don't understand, is why we receive birthday presents. Believe me, as a kid, and even now, I LOVE receiving presents. But why do we get them on our day of birth? Is each present a symbolic gesture of the friend or family member showing how grateful they are for you to be alive? I think that our mothers should get presents on our birthday. So what if today marks the day I took my first breath of air? Mom sat in labor for 14 hours just so that I could be here today. I think that Mothers' Day should just be everyones birthday.
My mom's actual birthday is this coming Saturday, and I decided for her present, that I am going to buy her four mini Patron bottles, and have her split it with my dad, possibly my brother, and me. I cannot wait to see her face. She will love it.
Now it's time to get back to some pre-final studying. Oh joy.
'til next time,
XOXO, B
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