Woe #56: I turn 21 2 weeks before I get married.

As I mentioned in yesterday's post, my parents gave me my birthday presents early because Trevor and I will be in San Diego.
I'm seriously loving my Nikon camera, and the roses add a nice element to the room.
Friday is looming on the horizon.
I've waited for 3 years to turn 21.
Yipee skipee, at 18 you can vote!
{And do absolutely nothing else.}
At 21, I can buy my own alcohol, gamble, go to bars...
{Oh wait, I live in Utah. Utah girls don't do those things.}
Trev's still struggling with what to get me,
and I'm just excited that  I get to celebrate my birthday in California surrounded by family and my fiance.

Even though this is exciting and all, my birthday is also turning out to be a pain in the ass.
Woe #56: I turn 21 2 weeks before I get married.

When you turn 21, you get a new license. 
No more horizontal license, I get a big girl-vertical license and a new picture.
{This is also a moment I've been waiting for since I turned 16.}
Well guess what?
What the hell's the point in getting a new license when you turn 21 if you're going to be changing your name 2 weeks later?
And that name change is going to affect all of the documents you need in order to get a new license?
Uh... there is no point.
Butttttttt.
The catch is that if you don't renew your license though, you have to pay a bigger fee. 
And fill out more paperwork.
Mom even said they might make me take a new test!
{And we all know that the driver's license test sucks balls.}
So, I paid $25 today to get a piece of paper that I'll only need for two weeks {that the lady so kindly pointed out that out of state bars, police officers, and restaurants might not think it's valid} that says "Natasha Morgan."
This stupid piece of paper doesn't even fit in my wallet!
Meh.