Legally speaking, I'm now 18 years old as of 14 minutes ago. Technically, I've got about another 14 hours to go, but today's my 18th birthday.
Suddenly, some time in the last 15 minutes, I spontaneously gained the responsibility to smoke, have a bank account, have a credit card, enter contracts, and otherwise make my own decisions. I did not have this capability 16 minutes ago, but I do now.
Ain't legal lines amusing?
- Eighteen Orbits
I still don't feel like I should be as old as I am. I feel more like 15 than 20, and though I'm vaguely looking forward to having a nifty 21st birthday on February 21st, I don't even plan to drink very much or very often. I want to get completely and totally smashed once (and only once), just to get a sense of my tolerance and how horrible I'll feel afterwards. But I don't like the taste of alcohol, so I'm not worried about overdoing it very often.
Yeah, I should be asleep.
Well, obviously you're a totally different person than you were before; you used to be an irresponsible fool, but that second marked your sudden total change of character. Why, you're so rational and logical now, you can put yourself at a massively increased risk of lung cancer.
... Oh, and register to vote. *twitches in Bush's general direction*
No, what I have to register for now is the draft. You can believe I have been working on my skills at creatively botching forms just enough that a computer can't read it but a human can, so it gets put into the bueraucracy on the "human entry" pile and, while I'll be registered as not being delinquent on filling it out, I still won't be in the system. I have other escapes as well, but paperwork is the first step...
So happy birth(+/-1)day