The time is drawing nearer.
I will soon be able to buy cigarettes, enter clubs, and purchase porn if I feel it is necessary.
But like many years previous, I don't want my birthday to come. Yes, I am excited about the benefits of turning eighteen, but I would rather not be reminded of school. I guess that is the common flaw with all summer birthdays: it's a excruciating reminder of the new school year. Its almost like a reality check for me to start completing the summer assignments I have so easily overlooked while laying out by the pool. However, this summer, I have at least tried to start some of my assignments. For example: I purchased my AP summer reading entitled "The Poisonwood Bible" by Barbra Kingsolver and have already begun to read it; 78 pages to be exact. Yes, only 428 more to go. BORING.
I leave you with a mixed emotions regarding my upcoming birthday.
-An Artful Affiar