21 and Invincible

So my twenty-first birthday has come and gone. I am now legally able to purchase and consume alcoholic beverages. I have yet to really take advantage of this fact, but I don't really care to either. It's weird; before I turned 21, I couldn't wait until I could legally drink. Now that I am 21, however, I don't really care if I drink.

My birthday was still a good and memorable one, and I didn't even have to get piss drunk (or maybe because I didn't get piss drunk?). Tiffany took me to Benihana for one of the best dinners I've had in a long long while. Just in case any of you haven't been to Benihana before, you sit at a big table that seats a maximum of eight people. Usually they wait for enough people to fill a table before they seat anyone. Then, after you order your food, a chef comes out and cooks your food right in front of you. Our chef was cool. He made a face on a egg with some celery and carrots and then stacked it on top of another egg, then he drew himself in the fried rice he was cooking. He topped it all of with a onion volcano that shot out steam, which was impressive.

Of course, the most important part of the meal was not the setup or the chef, but the food itself. I ordered a filet mignon and scallops. Tiffany ordered the chicken and shrimp. The meal also came with soup, salad, a shrimp appetizer (which turned out to be the same as the shrimp Tiffany ordered), assorted vegetables (in this case, onions and zucchini), and your choice of ice cream or sherbert. To top it all off, the chef added a generous helping of mouth-watering garlic butter to everything except the soup and the salad. Delicious indeed.

To take a page from Arden's book:

October 5, 2003

Maybe it's fitting that my first (real) entry be today. But then again, it's probably not. Today is probably going to be just like any day of the twenty years that I have been alive. A slow descent from unique to routine, eh? Twenty years...1040 weeks...too many days for me to even bother calculating, my laziness kicking in. So how does two decades sound...one-fifth of a century?? Sounds like a pretty long time to me. And what have I done with all this time you ask? I'm not exactly sure.

I have gone through my life not looking too far into the future, or the past for that matter. I don't know if this is a good thing or not, but I've always believed what comes is going to come, and if you spend time regretting the past, you'll just regret regretting what you were regretting (if that makes sense). A lot of people I talk to say they have not accomplished anything, or have not accomplished enough, compared to other people. This bothers me. Compared to other people, I have by no means "accomplished" much of anything in the twenty years I've been alive. However, this does not mean that I am not content with my life and the way it is turning out. I have my own definition of accomplishment, and I believe I am doing what I want to do at this point in my life, and that is accomplishment enough for me.

As for the inevitable question of whether I actually feel older, I think I do. Every year I get asked this, and usually I just respond with "No, I feel the same as I did yesterday, or the day before that." Maybe it's because my age starts with a "2" now instead of a "1." Or maybe it's because it has finally dawned on me that I'm in my third year of college, and soon I'll have to leave this environment that I've grown quite accustomed to, and go venture into whatever new world awaits me. Bah, nobody likes change. Change is baaad.

I'm not sure if anyone is going to read this, or if I even want people to read this, but this might be my one and only entry. Writing all this is hard work. So if I don't write again, ja ne?

So that was me one year ago. Waaay back when I first started writing journal entries. What a difference a year makes huh? It's funny how much things can change, and yet stay exactly the same. The thing is, I like my life the way it is now. I don't want to change a thing. And nothing will change. Ever.

No, I am not delusional. I'm just a wishful thinker.