So in two days I'll be twenty years old.  And even though I have reached several mile stones that completely and totally label me for my age and above.  I don't feel like I'm twenty.  I don't know if I really even want to be twenty.  I think I'd be happier at like sixteen or seventeen.  But I have a daughter now and any chance of reliving my old glory days are totally out the window.  But at the same time I'm really glad they're out the window if only because of my daughter.  There's no love like a mothers love for her daughter and there's no other way I'd have it.

And on top of that, I'm not near as naive as I used to be so... hell yeah.