Well, today, today I think I am an adult? How do you define adult. Out on your own going to college, semi-independant? Or is it being able to buy a dirty magazine, cigar, or purchasing lottery tickets, or the infamous signing of a legally binding document. If it’s the first response, then technically I became an adult a few months ago. I think.. Technically I am still the same arrogant, stupid, silly, @ss, at heart, but my age. today, I can sign for a telephone bill, I can sign my own documents, heck, I can open up my own bank account if I wanted. Although I’ve already done all of this, well… my roomates helped me, but anyways.. being 18 isn’t cracked up how it’s suppose to be. Usually I would be going home to a cake and ice cream, and a movie right about now, the other day at work they gave me a cake, and they sang me happy birthday in spanish, and yesterday I had a few friends over, but nothing is quite the same I suppose. Although having that cake did make me feel a little closer to clovis, closer to home. I’m not homesick, don’t get me wrong, I miss my parents and puppies and my old lifestyle, I just wish I could bring people along with me for this ride, I mean, seriously, why not share the experience? But anyways, I have to go to class now, but hopefully I’ll get like a birthday card in the mail or something.