Important dates are coming up and I couldn’t be more excited. For example, the day this dreadful spring semester ends. Although, I’m more excited about that day than the other “important date” sneaking up in less than a month. This critical day is my 20th birthday. Instead of nonchalantly sending my mom gift ideas, I’m going through a mid youth crisis. Dramatic as it may be, I’d rather skip my 20th birthday and go on right to being 21 (I feel like every 20 year old would agree). There’s just something about year 20; there’s nothing exciting about it, for it only strips me from my teenage youth.
But seriously, are my wrinkles showing yet?