A c h u b l u e

This holiday season was not a happy one. I spend most of it being sick. In fact I’m still sick.

Christmas weekend I had the flu.

New Years weekend a sore throat which developed into an ear infection.

Blah!!! Hopefull this is it for the rest of the year.

Some people would say this is a milestone year in their life. Some would say this is the beginning of the end. Some would say this is being over the hill. Whatever this is to other people, to me it’s just the end of my 20′s era. I will no longer be able to say that I’m “20″ something. Because now I’m th…….. thri…… thri… thirty!  The big three o…

So what does being 30 mean??? At 16, (well in my case, 17), learning how to drive. At 18, being able to vote and file taxes (YAY!! *with uber sarcasm*). At 19, being able to apply for credit cards (without co-signer), gamble and drink alcohol. At 21, being gamble and drink alcohol in the US. At 25, being able to rent a car more easily (has this change at all?). But at 30, what does this entitle me to (beside the long list of possible medical ailments)? Is this really the end of life’s expectancies or am I just missing a few things in my list above?

…well like with any age, it is what you make of it that will define who you will become.

omg… sooooo cliche… sorry people… barf bags are on your left…