And you know what? I don't give a sh*t. I should, but I don't. I'm 21, and all that really means to me is that I'm now legally entitled to do every goddamn thing I've been doing since I was 15. I've already had my celebration by going to BotCon. And ever since I got back, I've been working double shifts trying to make up for the money spent. So I've finally gotten what I've wanted for years: A birthday with a no-thrill celebration. Yay.