Bottled Sky

I am now officially on my last year of being a teenager. Heh. My birthday was fun enough. I got lots of hugs, great presents, and a sinful truffle cake (chocolate on top of chocolate sprinkled with chocolate), so I’d say it was okay as far as birthdays go. I decided to postpone partying with my friends for the sembreak, which, after all, is only a couple more weeks away. I figured that we wouldn’t have much fun if we knew that we still had an army of exams to get through.

I turned 18. Yup, that’s right folks. I am now of legal age. That means that I can now legally

1. be tried and convicted as an adult in a court of law should I commit any felonies,
2. vote in the next election (not that I would actually want to, considering that, in this country, politicians who are not cheating, stealing scumbags have become increasingly rare), and
3. watch R-rated movies without having to tell ticket girls some lame story about how my ID got stolen by a band of rabid monkeys just when I was about to approach the ticket window.

So for those and all the other wonderful reasons I didn’t get to mention, I say, “Yay for me!”

I went to see Rent with my parents yesterday. It may have been 3 quarters of an hour late in starting, but It was still a really great show. The cast members all had amazing voices and the audience actually complied with the “turn off your cellphones” rule. The latter was mostly due to a girl from the production crew who got up on stage before the show started and said something like, “If you notice that your seatmate still has his/her cellphone on, simply tap him/her on the shoulder and politely say, ‘Excuse me, rude person. Please turn off your cellphone.’ And if s/he still won’t comply, then just raise your hand and point to that rude person and one of our ushers will be happy to escort him/her to the city jail.” Haha! That goes out to all you rude cellphone addicts out there.