Okay so I'm 30 now and it blows chunks. I don't know what happened, I was suppose to be 18 forever. The time just slowly crept up on me, like pants on an old man. And everyone's like "wow you look so young, blah blah blah." Aww how nice, but I'm not. Before you know it I'll be 40, then 50. Geez I've really got to do some living NOW. Before the trip's over and I never even gone anywhere. And don't be leaving any positive "you're as young as you feel" or "think of all your experience" crap. I'm eternally optimistic about practically everything, I have a friggin' right to vent every once in 30 years. *vent vent* That is all. Wow, I feel alot better and more free. 30 rocks!