twenty-one

so, i'm twenty-one now.  

i've watched a scary movie in a fort,

hemmed a pair of jeans mostly all by myself, 

went to a ward party with a significant other, 

performed the heimlich maneuver on a choking woman, 

started a fire,

avoided cleaning my room,

had a top-ten embarrassing moment,

sniffled, coughed, sneezed, and more,

changed beds,

sipped the world's best herbal tea,

had the best valentines day in years (at least two),

kissed an unshaven man,

did not embarrassingly lose a game of balderdash (did not win, either - just mediocre),

laughed so hard that i've cried,

learned to be a little bit more assertive,

watched some of this wonderful movie that i have talked about,

learned to care less about unimportant things and more about the important things, 

fell in love with this tv show,

drank some dr. pepper.

oh, how i love being twenty-one

i'm so happy that i haven't even bought my first alcoholic beverage. . .