This is not right.

Why am I posting so much on my birthday? Because Kyle is at work and so is everyone else. WAH! I'm 21! I should just go to bed until 1 (Kyle's ETA), but I can't sleep. Well, I could, but I'm 21. I should be drunk by now! Drunk! In public, even!

I came here to say something specific, but I forgot what, so I'm just going to babble until I remember. Or until I get bored...whichever comes first.

I had a job interview on Friday. It's at yet another fashion/culture magazine, but this one - if I get hired - will be featuring my words IN ACTUAL PRINT, ON ACTUAL PAPER, AT ACTUAL NEWSSTANDS, rather than online. And, I mean, yes, I love to see my words online, but I can do that from my bed (like I am right now!). Also: this will be a paying gig. PAID TO WRITE AT A MAGAZINE. MONEY. YES. But I don't know how to tell this internship place that I'm no longer very impressed with their being all magazine-y, because this one over here is going to PAY ME in actual US Dollars, and not in "omg crazy boss" experience.

Reasons I Am Excited to be 21!
- Legal Drinking!
- People happy birthday posting on my Myspace/Facebook pages
- PRESENTS!
- Drinking, in the legal sense of the word,
- Am now officially twenty-something, which in my mind makes my pointlessly neurotic meltdown more acceptable: Am hurtling towards 30 at an alarming pace! and you know what happens after I turn 30? I TURN 40. OMG. Meltdown. Voila!
- Continuing in that same vein, age-related ennui more appropriate. I'm 21 and what have I accomplished with my life? Nothing...NOTHING! Meltdown.
- 21 sounds so much more adult-like than 20, if only because it's that much farther away from 12. So what!? I'll take what I can get in the "I look like a grownup" department.
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