My display age is 18, but really there is five days until my birthday. I'm just a time saver, and computer illiterate, so I didnt want to have to worry about changing it. So 18 is coming... coming... coming... thirsting for my blood! I want it to come, honestly, but ever since I broke up with my boyfriend last year, 18 doesnt seem to mean very much anymore. That might not mean a lot to anyone, but it does to me. It meant that we could legally be together, walk down the street, go to the mall, and not be worried. He wasnt thirty or anything, but he wasnt a teenager anymore. So I wanted 18. Now I want 18 to be able to say I am an adult, and nothing else. So 18 is coming... coming... coming... and I am waiting patiently.