Well, I'm not sure, but I do know that I'm now a man. Legally, that is; I'm 18 and no longer a minor. Yay. (Bonus points if you know where the quote in the title is from.)
So, my birthday. First off, thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday, whether on OB, AIM, whatever. Even if I didn't reply to your PM (I hate replying to 5+ PMs with the same generic "thank you" each time), I still appreciate it. So here's one big, yet still generic thank you to everyone.
Second, the loot. . . . Well, this part isn't actually too interesting yet. The TV I got for Christmas counted as both my Christmas and birthday present from my parents, since it cost so much. But they did still get me a new flannel shirt (mmm, fuzzy), a box of Hershey's caramels, and *drumroll* a new doorknob! Yes, a doorknob, and I'm actually very happy about that. I've been lacking one on my door for months now, which has been pretty annoying. But I'm still waiting for the present from my three brothers -- it's apparently having to be shipped up from the bay area -- so I have more to look forward to. And another awesome and completely unexpected thing: Samgee, a friend of mine, is giving me $100 towards a computer component of my choice.
As for the happenings of the third. . . . Not much happened. It was like pretty much any other day except that we went out to Red Lobster for dinner and then came back to have birthday cake. But hey, I'm not complaining. I hate being the center of attention unless I'm actively doing something to put myself there. Like, you know, wearing a jockstrap on my head. The reactions to that were priceless, I tell you.
Oh yes, and something I had forgotten about: Now that I'm 18, I get to (read: have to) sign up for the Selective Service. If they bring back the draft, I think I'm heading for the border.
