You've got me poppin' champagne
You've got me poppin' champagne
I'm at it again
Caught up in the moment
But not in the right way
Before midnight hit, I was as anxious as anyone about to turn 21 could be. I sat there in Denny's, thanking the numerous of friends who sent me texts, and IM's, wishing me to have a happy birthday. About 15 minutes after midnight, the group I was with decided to try our 7-11 on Ridge and Devon Ave. I walked up as jittery as ever, and I opened the door to the liquor store. I walked in as though I owned the place, walked back and opened the freezer door--and bought a 6 pack of Mikes Hard Lemonade. I brought it up to the counter, was asked to see my I.D, and as I stumbled in my wallet, I was nervous; but I had nothing to be nervous about, because I was officially 21. He accepted my oblique sad story for an I.D, and typed up my number into the computer. I walked out of the place, clicking my heals in the parking lot. The group and I drove back to my home, like hillbillies, drank in my driveway at 1 o'clock in the morning.
I stumbled into my house after drinking a little too much, and I eventually passed out, woke up 4 hours later, and made my vegan chocolate cake. I passed out again, showered, changed, got ready, and drove to get the singer of my band (who in which by the way,) wound up not going. For my birthday, all I wanted to do was have a nice meal at my favorite restaurant in the entire world; Pick-Me-Up cafe on Chicago's north side, which happens to be the coolest little coffee shop/cafe which serves vegan food, as well as good non-vegan food. I really wanted to stop at Graceland Cemetery and view the "statue of death" and the grave of the 6 year old girl's monument, which is encased in glass, which happens to disappear on storm nights and stuff--not to mention you're supposed to see her walking around and playing hide and go seek too. It was cold, but I didn't want to drag some of the people that where around me anymore, because it seemed like I was one of the only people that wanted to see it.
At Pick-Me-Up, we met the cutest waitress in the entire world, and she happened to be our server too. She called me the birthday king, gave me high fives, and got all this cool stuff for me. I had strawberry vegan cake, vegan smore pie, a vegan burger, a vegan chocolate oreo shake, and vegan chili. It was a lot of food, but it was so worth it. The group and I took the bus back to Addison's train stop, and we took the train back to Rosemont, where we proceeded to go home and have more cake. After that, I went to band practice, left to come home and pass out. I had a wonderful birthday actually, and it was well spent with the people I care about the most.
Why don't you say so?
I think I'm caught in between
The nights and days fly by
When I'm lost on the streets
And my eyes, they despise you for who I am
Why don't you say so?
Why don't you say so?
Recently I was screwed over by some stupid girl, but that's always a story I replay over and over. It's not too bad actually, I don't feel bad about it, but I was just shocked that the girl was dating me and some other guy with out telling me about it. I found out the hard way after logging into facebook yesterday morning at 9am. It's worse to know that when we talked this morning, all she could tell me was that she didn't have to tell me anything that was going on. Not to mention, she couldn't wait for me either. It's situations like this, that I've been involved in so many times, which actually links me to disbelief. This is why it always takes me time to get involved with some one, because of stupid little things like this. I'm not the one who's wrong at all actually, it's these girls who waltz in that have a problem. After all, I've been blaming myself for so long because I thought this was all me; turns out I'm feeling quite good about this. I've been dealing with it so much that, it just doesn't phase me. I look at it this way, one girl won't mind the wait, and she'll respect the fact that I like to take my time.
I tried a song theme, where I'd post the lyrics as a sort of fore shadowing before the next paragraph. Just because the song spliced, has to do with what's going on you know? I thought it was clever; probably done before, but none the less I was happy about it.
I'm at it again
Caught up in the moment
But not in the right way
Before midnight hit, I was as anxious as anyone about to turn 21 could be. I sat there in Denny's, thanking the numerous of friends who sent me texts, and IM's, wishing me to have a happy birthday. About 15 minutes after midnight, the group I was with decided to try our 7-11 on Ridge and Devon Ave. I walked up as jittery as ever, and I opened the door to the liquor store. I walked in as though I owned the place, walked back and opened the freezer door--and bought a 6 pack of Mikes Hard Lemonade. I brought it up to the counter, was asked to see my I.D, and as I stumbled in my wallet, I was nervous; but I had nothing to be nervous about, because I was officially 21. He accepted my oblique sad story for an I.D, and typed up my number into the computer. I walked out of the place, clicking my heals in the parking lot. The group and I drove back to my home, like hillbillies, drank in my driveway at 1 o'clock in the morning.
I stumbled into my house after drinking a little too much, and I eventually passed out, woke up 4 hours later, and made my vegan chocolate cake. I passed out again, showered, changed, got ready, and drove to get the singer of my band (who in which by the way,) wound up not going. For my birthday, all I wanted to do was have a nice meal at my favorite restaurant in the entire world; Pick-Me-Up cafe on Chicago's north side, which happens to be the coolest little coffee shop/cafe which serves vegan food, as well as good non-vegan food. I really wanted to stop at Graceland Cemetery and view the "statue of death" and the grave of the 6 year old girl's monument, which is encased in glass, which happens to disappear on storm nights and stuff--not to mention you're supposed to see her walking around and playing hide and go seek too. It was cold, but I didn't want to drag some of the people that where around me anymore, because it seemed like I was one of the only people that wanted to see it.
At Pick-Me-Up, we met the cutest waitress in the entire world, and she happened to be our server too. She called me the birthday king, gave me high fives, and got all this cool stuff for me. I had strawberry vegan cake, vegan smore pie, a vegan burger, a vegan chocolate oreo shake, and vegan chili. It was a lot of food, but it was so worth it. The group and I took the bus back to Addison's train stop, and we took the train back to Rosemont, where we proceeded to go home and have more cake. After that, I went to band practice, left to come home and pass out. I had a wonderful birthday actually, and it was well spent with the people I care about the most.
Why don't you say so?
I think I'm caught in between
The nights and days fly by
When I'm lost on the streets
And my eyes, they despise you for who I am
Why don't you say so?
Why don't you say so?
Recently I was screwed over by some stupid girl, but that's always a story I replay over and over. It's not too bad actually, I don't feel bad about it, but I was just shocked that the girl was dating me and some other guy with out telling me about it. I found out the hard way after logging into facebook yesterday morning at 9am. It's worse to know that when we talked this morning, all she could tell me was that she didn't have to tell me anything that was going on. Not to mention, she couldn't wait for me either. It's situations like this, that I've been involved in so many times, which actually links me to disbelief. This is why it always takes me time to get involved with some one, because of stupid little things like this. I'm not the one who's wrong at all actually, it's these girls who waltz in that have a problem. After all, I've been blaming myself for so long because I thought this was all me; turns out I'm feeling quite good about this. I've been dealing with it so much that, it just doesn't phase me. I look at it this way, one girl won't mind the wait, and she'll respect the fact that I like to take my time.
I tried a song theme, where I'd post the lyrics as a sort of fore shadowing before the next paragraph. Just because the song spliced, has to do with what's going on you know? I thought it was clever; probably done before, but none the less I was happy about it.