It is March 22nd, and the realization that on March 25th I will be 21 years old and no longer have my age as an excuse for all the behavior which makes me me makes me nervous.
I know I'll never grow up anyway.
I'll end up being a combination of Matt Parker and Trey Stone.
Don't get me wrong, I'm really looking forward to finally getting to cook Beef Burgundy without bribing one of my friends to get the wine for me. But beyond that, I'd like to stay 20 another week please.
My parents are coming over for my birthday.