Yesterday was finally the day, the day i was looking forward to. I turned 20 on 29th March, 2010. I say that again TWENTY . As in Two Oh. Twenty. As in 1080 week old, TWENTY. As in approx 7300 days old. Ohh my God, I am Twenty!!!! As in the twenty after 19!!! And i am going paranoid. (well, that is'nt hard to guess) As a twenty year old, life revolves around the 400 something facebook friends, some 500 friends beyond the virtual world, an ipod and text machine that has 24*7 access to my ear and fingertips respectively, parties, gossip over numerous cups of coffee with the girls, guping down 2 ltr of coca-cola in few mins with the crazy roomate, the lillegal shots at the parties and a caulderon of sheer drama (read melodrama). 20 days ago, the prospect of turning twenty was fascinating, daunting, scary. Honestly, I was bubbling with joy when each day neared for me to turn 20. Everybody around me was 21, and i was still in my teens. And today I am a day past 20....
for she rants in exasperation of her highly myriad mind which knows no end to being obnoxious. And she won't shut up about it.