Ishmael

Last Friday was my 18th birthday. I didn’t feel much different though. Not right away, anyway. It’s finally starting to sink in though. I’m 18. I have my own bank accounts now. I’m legally responsible for my actions. I can buy lottery tickets. I can go to regular jail. But most importantly, I can have my very own paypal account!

My birthday was fun, like really. I went to dinner three times! And I went dancing, and to a coffee shop, and a bat mitzvah, and had my hair so full of product that it was insane. One of my friends wanted to make my hair look like this: http://justint.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/david-tennant-2.jpg – it was interesting. Too bad it didn’t work.

So yeah, I’ve been having fun. But it keeps hitting me at random times that I’m really 18. I’ve randomly texted some of my friends and been like “I’m 18 now, huh?”. I’m going to college this fall. In three more years, I’ll be turning 21. Three years after that, I’ll be 25. I’m getting older. I’m starting the part of my life that my parents and God have been training me for over the last 18 year. I’m pretty excited to see what exactly the future hold for me.

Over the last few days, Rach has been driving me crazy about this show that her and her family have been watching. It’s called Doctor Who and it seriously sounds like an amazing show. I really want to see it! But it’s not available and hulu or anywhere like that. And she wouldn’t let me watch it without her anyway.

So for now I just have to be patient and put up with seeing facebook statuses saying things like “thinks that doctor who is the most amazing show ever” or “doesn’t know if she likes the new doctor.”

I will say my resolve is wearing thin. I looked up the show on the BBC website and read the show description. But it doesn’t tell you much.

And… I found Doctor Who on iTunes…

If I Rach can’t introduce me to the doctor soon, I might break down and buy the first episode just so I can see what this is all about. Maybe if I can wait for the 21st, LOST will keep me busy for a while…