Bean Curd, Miso Soup and My Last Minutes as an 18 Year Old

So I'm sitting here eating miso soup kindly cooked by my good friend Sally. It's got fried bean curd in it. Decidedly not as good as the tofu one, but I'm loving the miso soup part.

Not so sure what I think about the fact that I will be turning 19 in 36 minutes at the time of writing this sentence.

Make that 35.

Sigh. I feel old already, like my youthful years are slipping away with each passing minute. 19. Eeks.

And yes Sally, I know you're turning 21 this year. 21 MEANS SOMETHING. 19 is such a nothing year. Which is why I feel old and you have no reason to complain.

Except maybe about the bean curd being no way near as amazing as the tofu.

HOLY SHIT I'M GOING TO BE OLD.

Fuck me, less than half an hour to go.

WHERE DID MY LIFE GO?

Probably where the tofu miso soup disappeared to. Or where Sally's sanity went.

I worry about you Sally, I really do.

Just maybe not as much as I'm worrying about the fact I TURN FUCKING 19 IN FUCKING 21 FUCKING MINUTES.

Am not having a mid life crisis, not at all. Hahahahahahahahahaha...*laughs nervously*

o.O

The next 20 minutes of my life are the last 20 minutes I will spend as an 18 year old. I will appreciate each second as it goes by.

Good god, I can hear each second tick tock by. And it sounds like a bomb about to go
KABLOOEY.


That's what I'm going to do when it hits 12am, on the 10th of March 2011.

I'm gonna go KABLOOEY. 


Might be in the middle of a mini meltdown right about now. Like a popsicle left out in the sun.

So. 15 more minutes. 15 more minutes then my life will be over. OVER.

Am totally not hyperventilating right now. No siree.

Must be mature. Mature like a 19 year old. Not an 18 year old. That stage of my life has passed.

Almost. Good god. Don't I feel...

OLD.


Ten more minutes.

600 seconds. Give or take a few.

I shall try accept age gracefully. I mean, I still get carded to buy R16 DVDs, that has to mean something.

Less than 7 minutes. That also means something. Turning 19, however means nothing but getting old.

Google has told me that I share a birthday with Chuck Norris. And Timbaland. And Osama Bin Laden.

It also told me less than 5 minutes to go.

And now that I'm 19, it don't feel any bloody different.
Sigh.