Eighteen!

So, today, December 13th, is my 18th birthday.

It's weird, because I always expect each birthday to feel different from the day before somehow, but it never really does. I mean, yes, it is different, but that's just because people are saying "Happy Birthday" to me for the entire day. Other than that I have to remind myself that I really am a year older, despite not looking any different than the year before.

But being eighteen means that I can vote in the next election. This makes me both excited and nervous. Mostly excited, but without a doubt my feelings are a mixture of the two.

I sent off my last college application yesterday, so I do not have to worry about any of those on my birthday, which is quite a nice feeling. My dad is going to make me pancakes, and my mom is coming over so that we can all have some.

Now I have to get used to saying "I'm 18" when people ask me my age, which ought to be interesting, because I'd hardly gotten used to responding that I was 17. It doesn't help that I look younger than I am. Oh well, that's not something that I really like to make a big deal out of.

On another note, my twenty-first birthday will be on 12/13/14. That makes me quite happy, though if I'm studying abroad in a European country, my birthday will be 13/12/14, which is still cool, but not quite as cool.

That's all for now.

Happy Birthday Tara!

Today would have been Tara Maclay's birthday, if she were not fictional. (She's from Buffy The Vampire Slayer)

Now, I know some of you may not like her, but I do. She's one of my favorite characters in Buffy The Vampire Slayer.

Because of this, I made brownies. (Which turned out quite nice, if I do say so myself.)

I shall now show you photographs of said brownies:

I was going to try and think of some super creative design to put on the brownies, but in the end I decided that simplicity is what would have suited Tara best-- you know, if she wasn't fictional (or dead, which she is, but I like to deny this technicality. Because Joss would have brought her back if Amber Benson's schedule hadn't conflicted. I'm not in denial, what are you talking about?).

But anyways, I enjoy celebrating the birthdays of my favorite fictional characters/ favorite authors/ favorite dead historical people. I don't know why I do, but it's a fun hobby to have, I suppose?