My life has taken quite a turn lately. I turned 21 and had one of the best weekends yet. Needless to say, my birthday event was a blur. I threw up for the first time in my life over alcohol. By a tree, on someone's shoe, into the Darling Harbour. There was a fight at my birthday, somebody cried, I was completely unaware and LALALALAL! I woke up, dazed and confused as to where I was. Blanked out half the night. The weekend was all about relaxing at my friend's apartment in Newtown. Being alone and with nothing to do, I shopped like no tomorrow and impulsively got myself tattoos. I had hilarious fun hanging with my girl pals, doing nothing but eating and laughing. So carefree and relaxing! That's my 21 in a nutshell. I received a letter from my past self via futureme.org on the eve of my birthday. It talks a lot about things I expect/hope myself to accomplish by now. And I can safely say they've all been ticked off. I found myself a job that I am literal...