birthgiving

Yesterday was my birthday. I'm 19 now, and this is the first time that my birthday has meant nothing to me. By that, I mean that I feel no different than I did three days/week//months ago. It's kind of depressing that birthdays mean so much less now. I mean, I did get to go out to dinner with a bunch of family friends and to Denny's with my friends. That was fun, but I didn't wake up with a giddy feeling about the day. I got up early, went to work, and had a fairly normal day. I got money, a CD, Prometheus, and an Urban Outfitters gift card, but the day just felt weird. I am grateful, though. I guess birthdays just aren't really a thing anymore. Like, 21 should be a big deal, but with a addition of fake IDs, turning 21 has lost its significance as well.

Thanksgiving was the same way today. It was nice, the food was great, and my whole family was there, but it just felt like a normal day. I think I'm just in this weird growing-up place in my life and I never know how to feel about anything.

On another note, I have to work all day tomorrow, which sucks, but I could use the money to get me through the rest of the semester. I really hope my group of friends can all meet up tomorrow and get drunk somewhere. That's what my life is missing- alcohol.

Moral of the story: GROWING UP IS WEIRD.