Twenty - Two on 22

So on the 22nd, I actually turned 22. It was a quiet day, which is usually how I like it just cuz I guess I like to not create a big deal out of things. The actual day itself didn't turn out too bad. While my classes were hell and it seems like my arm will fall off on mondays and wednesdays due to the amount of notes I have to take...I ended the day with the gf at Pizza Hut. Nothing fancy. Last year I remember we went to Morton's Steakhouse, which was good but it's safe to say that 22 is much less eventful than the special venues or events held on a 21st birthday. Anyway, I wanted to Pizza Hut, and since the last time I was there on my birthday was probably my 14th, I figured what the hell? Breadsticks, Wings, and Pizza...I'm happy. simple.

What's not so simple is this whole 'getting old' feel that grabbed a hold of me for all of about 10 minutes that day. it's a little intimidating, seeing that the real world is not too far behind. The world's gonna kick my ass just like how it's kicking my parent's ass. (death to Red Ribbon, and the incoming Jollibee and incoming Chow King...but that's a different story). I'm just starting to feel the pressure to perform after i get out of college. Landing a job with a psych major is really tough but I'm hoping i can land something and not take too many shots, and hope for the bell to ring to get me out of this round...so to speak. This is the situation i put myself in so I just gotta deal with it cuz it's too late now to say 'hey mom you were right, i should have become a nurse.'

so 22? it's only been a day but right now it feels a whole lot like 21...but ask me again in the fall.