I have been 25 for over 24 hours now, and I don't feel any different. I feel kind of like Molly Ringwald in Sixteen Candles when she's on the phone with her best friend, Randy, at the beginning of the movie and right before she realizes that everyone forgot her birthday:
"Nope, I look exactly the same as I have since summer, utterly forgettable. No, I didn't expect to wake up transformed. I just thought that turning sixteen would be so major that I would wake up with an improved mental state that would show on my face. All it shows is that I don't have any sort of a tan left."
Is it pathetic that I can still relate to Molly Ringwald movies?
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