Well, I seem to be 18 now...
I dont feel any different and dont think of myself any different. And i'm not really all that excited about being 18. Its just another year. The things that I can do now dont matter too much, since I dont do anything. The only nice thing is that I can do stuff on my own without having to deal with parents checking everything.

But it was an okay day. Could have been worse.
Had a nice break after my classes before I headed home. Then had a nice time at home and played with my rat a bit. He's over a year old now, and he's still such a sweetie. He's decided that he loves to play in the flower bed. Its too cute.