Now, at this point I could write a long and involved analysis of what it's like to finally reach a birthday that is not celebrated with childlike joy and doesn't represent an important milestone that has been achieved but is rather a simple increasing of one's age with little or no significance in one's life.
But instead I'm going to do this...
I'm 22! Woo! *dances around* And I've got chocolate and alcohol and money!
(Since I got my student loan letter today, do you think I could argue that the money is a present and I shouldn't have to pay it back? Think it'll work?)