18

a vlog

Most adults begin to call them-selves x years young.
But children don’t mind being called old.
That’s not particularly insightful now that I look at it.
Maybe I’ll come up with something better once I’m older.

I turned eighteen this last week.
That’s a big number.
A big milestone.
I’m old now.
An adult.
One with his own credit card.
One with his own insurance.
One with his own Costco membership.

Okay who am I kidding — I steal all of these from my parents.
Especially that last one.

But what I’ve managed to call uniquely my own is my own me.
My personality.
My eighteen year young body.
I am my own shawty.

I thought a lot on my birth-day.
I thought about the day.
I thought about me.
I thought about the beta-ji.

A snippet from those ruinations can be found here.

But not only did I think, I also did.
I caught a cough that wasn't the -vid.
I pretended to receive a bid.
I didn’t eat squid.

I make vlogs every week.
The one you’re about to see is the third one.
My favorite one.
My brother’s favorite brother is in this one.
My dad’s favorite kid.
My mom’s favorite child.
My parents do prefer my brother on occasion — but I gapped him in this one.

Moments of ecstasy.
Energy.
And memory.
They all float through the seventeen-minutes-and-thirty-seconds-below.
The almost ten hours of editing were worth it.

Some of the best parts of life are living it twice.

So here’s to a millennia of more.