What's My Age Again?

I'm currently six months and five days from my next birthday, one that I've heard is one of the most depressing. As the day approaches, questions of how I'll celebrate have arisen. Where will I be this summer? What will I be doing? Who's going to be with me that day? As much as I like to have something to think about, it would be wonderful to know some of the answers to these pressing questions. Since it's one of those "landmarks", it would be great to do something different from every other year. I considered travelling, but there's little appeal in that to someone who frequently travels to big cities. Then there's the suggestion to go clubbing; let's just leave that to the professionals, or people who like to get really drunk. As much as I'd love to do something with my friends, I don't know how that would work out - at all.
What I do depends on where I am as much as who's with me. I'd really love to go out to the east coast and party it up in what I still consider my hometown, but I forsee that plan falling through. Then there's the possibility of staying in San Marcos for a month or so in the house that I'd like to refer to as " The Completely Awesome House of Irresistable Texas State Girls". Assuredly, there will be a better title for our future place of residence, but the ultimate question is: will I stay there over the summer?
I used to think
I had the answers to everything
But now I know
Life doesn't always
Go my way, yeah...
Feels like I'm caught in the middle
That's when I realize...
I'm not a girl
Not yet a woman
All I need is time
A moment that is mine
While I'm in between
This past week has made me realize more things about myself, some of which I'd rather not go into detail, but I've definitely developed since the return to Texas State. I've become more aware of how much my life revolves around people more than anything and how easily disappointed I become when one person leaves my life. I became more assured of my own unique qualities on my date with Moriah; as self-conscious I am of my quietness, I've found that there are people who appreciate the characteristics you dislike about yourself. Being critical not only of your life, but others as well, tends to make life more depressing and pessimistic. It would be easier if we just rid ourselves of all anymosity and learned to live with the quirks others exhibit, much like that life-changing movie "Crossroads" illustrated.