October 16, 2002 (idea)

I'll not beat around the bush: considering this was is my eighteenth birthday, it's been one hell of an anti-climax. It started very badly when, talking on the phone just after midnight, I had to remind my girlfriend that the reason I was still awake was for once, not work, but the fact that I wanted to see in my birthday. So far today, outside of my immediate family, seven people have wished me happy birthday. Four of these were after I told them it was my birthday.

So I'm now legally an adult. Woo. What's the big deal? Lets see:

• I can vote. Sure. Like I'm really going to want to vote for any of the candidates. One is greasier than an oilslick, and the other is less charismatic than a bar of soap.
• I can buy alcohol. Hoorah. I've never had trouble getting alcohol. You can get beer from our Sixth Form Bar four nights a week, and it's only a pound a pint.
• I can get married without either of my parents' consent. I'm not stupid enough to do this. Yet.

*sigh*

At least I got to wear a silly hat this afternoon.