When I woke up this morning, I felt like an adult.

It was terrible.

I might just be complaining because I woke up, put on my pants and then started to send e-mail and the clickety-clack of the keys felt like the sound of my soul slipping away.

Then I walked to school, went to class for a few hours and went to the student organization for which I am the “social media guru” and did some work there.

To be honest, I have no idea what a “social media guru” does, but I’m pretty sure it involves me using Facebook.

Then I designed a poster for them.

After returning home I updated my resume (also I have a resume?) and realized that I have five — count ‘em, five — jobs. In addition to my “social media guru” work, I intern at a record label, freelance for two different publications, including one in England, and run three blogs.

And, oh yeah, I write this column. If you add all that stuff up along with classes and homework, I’m pretty sure that adds up to a 40-hour workweek.

I WOKE UP TODAY AND BECAME AN ADULT, SOMEONE HELP!!!

I say this facetiously, of course. It’s not like I actually woke up this morning and realized that my carefree days of youth were behind me.

I’m still definitely entrenched in my ‘youth-iness,’ but at the same time am living a drastically different lifestyle from that of the fresh-faced Drew Millard who arrived at college obsessed with rap music and worried about not being able to do his own laundry.

Well, I’m still obsessed with rap music.

But you get the point. I think somewhere between the socializing, laundry, and avoiding homework by staring at a wall, I grew up. And that’s only a little bit terrifying.