Day 365.
It's the final day. It's been a year. I made this last the WHOLE year...well, sort of. So, it is 12:38am, which means I am officially 21 and it is officially the 365th day I've maintained this blog. I may have jammed multiple days into one post a few times...ahem, more than a few times...but dammit, I sorta made it. And sure, my posts have been about as interesting as watching paint dry, but I mean, have you ever flipped through Andy Warhol's diary?? That shit is misleadingly boring for someone who led a decently exciting life. So if anything, this stupid little project may not have lived up to its full potential, but it has allowed me to gain a new respect for the mundane aspects of my life. Especially since those mundane aspects are what make up most of my life. For year twenty-one, I shall write in a physical notebook. And about significant things. And actually get creative with it. And not make it feel like a chore. Thanks to those poor creatures who actually read some of these horrid posts. You're awesome! <3
I leave you with a haiku. Birthday Haiku.
It is my birthday.
I am twenty-one years old.
Fuck yeah, alcohol.