So, I don't usually do birthday posts... But 21 is supposed to be a special age, so why not? On Monday I had my 21st birthday. To tell the truth I haven't been that excited about my birthday. I could care less about being 21 (it's supposed to be some sort of magic number???) The only ages I actually ever looked forward to growing up were 17 and 20. 17 because it was my golden birthday, and 20 because I would no longer be a teenager . {I never liked being a teenager and being associated with the drama and stupidity of that age ;p} 17 was a good year. I started working many of my first jobs and started getting out more and experiencing life and what I wanted to do. It was a great year. 20 was (has been weird) . I mean, there's been a lot of good. But a lot of bad , too. I finally went in and got my driver's license. I was baptized :D Friendships were created and strengthened. I worked a lot, and I've seen my writing ...