Until I turn nineteen.
I've never actually imagined myself being nineteen. To me, nineteen is just like something you skip over from eighteen to become twenty. Meh.
But I doubt I'll undergo mental alterations with this birthday coming. I'll still be..me. Lazy, stupid and retarded. I might be more retarded though. Or stupider. Erk. I'm already as lazy as a donkey so I don;t think I can be any lazier than I currently am.
It's just seems like a big number.
I DON'T THINK I CAN HANDLE TTTHHHHIIIISSSSSSS.
p/s: and in case you thought I've forgotten, I DO want birthday presents from those whom I call FRIENDS ok. Blek :P