Since when did I act my age anyway?

So currently, it's 07:38 on the 10th of December, 2011. Which means that I am now twenty years old. Well, technically I was born at 2pm exactly GMT (Well, it was 3pm in South Africa, which is an hour ahead) so I'm not EXACTLY twenty yet. But this is my birthday.

For a while now, I've been teasing people who are twenty and taunting that they are 'Halfway to Forty'. Ignoring the inevitable consequence of time and the dragging of days towards December. And then, kinda like a brick wall it hit me that I too will be old. I am no longer a teenager. I am now a certified twenty something. Even while writing this, I am grimacing. How did this happen? When I started this blog, I was sixteen. Now I'm a fully functioning adult living away from home, paying bills and washing my own clothes (when I can be arsed).

It doesn't seem like so long ago that I'd wake up, have breakfast and then spend the majority of my day playing PS1. Crash Bandicoot. Spyro. Monkey Hero (What a game!) It doesn't seem like so long ago that I sat my SATs in Year 6. It doesn't seem like so long ago that I was sat in a random room at Trent being interviewed my Mr Edgar. It doesn't seem like so long ago that I got my GCSE results, or the last day of Trent, or the day I moved into The Bakery in Cardiff.

Time can be cruel, but I don't care. I'm Dan fucking Rowling and even though I am too old to be swearing on a blog on the internet, I don't care. This changes nothing. All this means is that I have been on this Earth long enough to enjoy twenty cycles around the centre of the sun. And what a nice twenty cycles they have been. I have enjoyed them completely. And just because I've hit a milestone, doesn't mean I'm going to radically change. I'm still Dan fucking Rowling.

Apologies in advance for being a douchebag but I'm going to quote Ferris Bueller: Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop to look around once in a while, you might miss it.

And that's all I have to say about that.