Happy Birthday to me…

I thought this year for my birthday blog (it actually falls on a blogging day! YEAH) I’d look back to the last four years I had birthdays with this blog, and see what I did. Unfortunately, last year I just made videos, so no actual blog, and every year before that I either didn’t post on my birthday or someone else did. Also… the only reason this is categorized under “teenage life” is because this is my last year as a teenager. #*MINDFREAK*#

2010: video

2009: From “The Maker”

I will dedicate this blog to saying ‘Happy Birthday’ to our esteemed webmistress. And since that can be done with a small amount of words, this is a short posting.

Happy Birthday, Bri, and have many more in the future! Enjoy being one year older, one year closer to being a legal adult and the privileges it entails, one year closer to graduation, one year closer to college, one year closer to working for a living, one year closer to marriage, one year closer to children, one year closer to retirement, and one year closer to death. Enjoy today!

2008: (posted the day BEFORE by birthday by Adventure Captain Pants. Irony. Ugh)

Leave a comment with your name below to wish her a happy birthday! Do I have to tie in abortion to get you guys to comment?

Bri,
You will be happy to know, you are at the age of consent in the following areas: parts of australia, alaska, russia, great britain, and most importantly…. NEVADA!

Only joking bri, but seriously, Happy Sweet sixteenth!!

11 people commented. Awww.

2007: The closest post to my birthday was the 28th, which was an Open Office review. Nerd.

So what about this year? 2011. 19 years old. Wow. I mean, it shouldn’t come as a surprise that I’m almost 20, but wow. I mean really. Wow. It’s just kind of terrifying that I’m finally at the age where it’s appropriate for my peers to get married and get apartments and get jobs, and that I’m three years away from graduating college and being 22 and getting a job and a house.

When I was younger, I thought that by the time I was 19 I’d have a serious boyfriend, three NY Times best selling novels, and some sort of TV presence. Clearly, that didn’t happen. I haven’t dated anyone in almost three years, I’ve never sent out a query letter, and the only TV presence I’ve ever had was that time I was at the park when I was seven and I was in the background of the local news.

I suppose I should be upset that I didn’t meet my wildly unrealistic childhood goals for myself, but I’m not. Not really. Sure, things haven’t exactly turned out the day I would have liked, and sure I have far fewer friends than I imagined myself having, and sure I haven’t had the best adolescence in the world, but you know what? Adolescence is almost over, and I’m ready for what comes next. Adulthood? Here I come.