when you turn 18, they say...

the same things. They say that you can go to pure dirty adult porn stores, purchase piles of scratchers, splurge on lottery tickets, and hope by the best luck or slightest chance that you could possibly win the next mega set of a million dollars. They say that you'll be legal to smoke cigarettes, go to late night strip clubs, and maybe even work at the late night strip clubs. Person-who-is-turning-18-or-is-18, who do you think you are? The ultimate baddest badass on Earth? I say that we should do the things that we had always pushed aside as lame, and figure something out from there.

Well I will tell you some, not all, of my early plans. 1. Now I can officially call in to order those moon sand merchandises on television for no apparent reason. I now meet the "call-now-and-be-18-or-older-to-order" requirement. 2. Another thing is that now I can legally own an eBay account (even though I already have one, and that I like Amazon 10 million times more), it's nice to know that. 3. Now that I can buy spray paint, rent a hotel room, move out, and technically be legal, I think I rather keep my options open and find the next best things out there to do, to better the community and embellish the little aspects of what's left in the society, bit by bit on the many days to come. Peter Vu was right. He said, "besides reading hardcore porn and buying that one specific box of cigarettes, it's nothing different than yesterday." 4. True, nothing dramatically changed the day I turned 18, and I am still the same person I was the day before, but I suppose it is something to think about now that I'm one year older at that stage where I need to start figuring out more spontaneous game plans along the way, while trying to find better balance with the responsibility of being more meticulous about the future career paths ahead at the same time. 5. But aside from that, I might just purchase that one bottle of liquid white out or even enter a sweepstakes from one of those yogurt boxes just for the heck of it tomorrow (on. my.own). Be surprised bloggers, be very surprised.

6. Wait, what's good is that now we can vote.

7. P.S. I will not lie though. The thought of legal intense tattoos on an arm sounds appealing to me. (Not that I actually had the intentions of doing so, because the farthest I probably would ever go would most likely be one of those wimpy washable prints of Spongebob or Spongebob and his friends).

Well until then, peace, love, and cheers to the number 18.

 -jane