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Ahhh Nineteen, one and nine, ...NINETEEN! That age where you can now smoke anywhere you please, you can buy porn without asking that guy always around in your local convenience store to buy it for you, hmmm what else am I forgetting? AH yes, you are now one year from being safe where your fifty year old boyfriend/girlfriend can poke you with his sword or have her on yours (or have a sword fight with each other) and he/she wont get arrested. 

Such a lovely age is it not? NOT. You are reaching your last year of being a teen, the years where you could still get away with your stupid actions and have your parents carry the burden of it all for you. YET, you are still not old enough to really be consider an adult let alone buy your own beer. Where twenty-eight year olds are still calling you a baby. And when you make a comment of how childish a middle schooler or perhaps even a high schooler is, people will look at you with that look saying "who are you to talk? You are still fresh out of the oven your self baby roll."

Nineteen is a pretty anticlimactic age, I don't see what all the fuss is about it. Yes perhaps if you had rich mommy and daddy that let you on a very loose leash then perhaps I can see why you would be enjoying this year, and who wouldn't? But for those of us that don't have such parents besides the small treats of now and then hanging out with your buddies at a cafe and enjoying your college life, what is there really in it for us? 

- Still hoping from classes to classes every term, not really settling with a major yet and perhaps having your parents breathing down your neck to make up your mind soon. 

- For those being the oldest in the family now your stuck being your little siblings second parents and you have to deal being their chauffeur, personal nanny, and home tutor. 

- You're struggling to get a job that isn't that, that requires you to flip patties and constantly say with a smile "Welcome to the reason why you are obese, can I get your order?", but any other slightly more decent jobs are asking for experience and you're there looking at that resume thinking you might be the only one with common sense and realizing the great philosophy of: you need experience for a job but you need a job to get experience dilemma. 

- You're going through your Facebook and reading posts or seeing pictures of your friends with a belly, a baby in their arms or not even being able to recognize them anymore. And you look at your life and perhaps the only difference is that you no longer have your braces. 

I remember being fourteen and thinking of the time I would turn eighteen and of the crazy and wild and adventurous life I was going to have. Maybe it's just that back then I still lived in a big city of great LA and now I'm in small town Oregon and besides going to Walmart for entertainment your only other option is to set things on fire. But let me tell you, THIS is a huge let down and I want my life's money worth back, that or I wan't to fast forward to my life away from this and enjoying my lovely house in Siena. Is anyone else feeling this way? Or perhaps I'm just the only looser not enjoying the best of the big one and nine. 

I'm what it's call a cross rode of my transition from being a naive girl to a young woman that has other things in her mind besides what she's going to wear for spirit week.  

I don't know how things will pan out after this, but so far life looks bland. Anyone else feeling that way? If not tell me your secret All Great One.