Into the Black Void: I feel like shouting

Hello all. I am back with yet another random and inconsistent blog post. Currently, I am in class. 

(Bi, get back to work! No, idiot, this class is a nothingburger.) 

There are so many things I'd much rather be doing. This is one of them. One of the million somethings I can do. The second something would be putting on an old lady mask and ordering a meal from Panera Bread with my boyfriend. But right now, I can only focus on a nothing. This class. 

Today is one of my roommate's birthdays and I planned a small something for her. Bought her a cake and candles and everything. But, it got me thinking about my birthday. I feel like shouting when I think about it. 

Right now I'm 18, but the bomb is about to blow up. When that bomb explodes, I'm 19. When it explodes again? Boom. 20. Scary thought to me, I've lived half my life in and out of the fact that I'm real and that the life I'm living will only continue until I die. 

Weird. 

Anybody else feel like that? (Sorry for any existentialism that may have ensued.) 

It's funny cus, aging is such a rad thing that happens to us as humans but the number bombs going off scares the crap outta me. Me at 20 sounds weird, but intriguing. IM AN ADULLLLLLT. (who is also craving a chicken caesar salad with balsamic vinaigarette.) 

stay cool even tho its completely subjective and[GUNSHOT]

k bye.