Nov 11, 2005 08:00
10 days.
240 hours.
14,400 minutes!
That's insanity epitomized, considering this past year I've done nothing except complain about how I'm not 21 years old yet and now it just happens to be right around the corner.
Except now that it's practically here I can't bring myself to believe it, it doesn't feel real. In ten days I won't feel much different than I do now. In ten days, society proclaims me an "adult," a man who's not a child anymore, who's capable of walking out into the world able to hold a job, start a family, fend for himself against wild llamas and all sorts of other crazy responsible things.
Except that I can't do all those things. I still screw up way too much for my own good. I still watch Saturday morning cartoons. And I still laugh anytime I hear the word poop!
Hehehe, poooop
I am in no state to be left to my own devices. This whole getting older thing is kinda freaking me out. But the law also states that I may imbibe all the alcohol I want, so I hope you all may join with me in the quest for inebriation. Come party with me, I'll buy all you twelve-year olds a beer!
Ten days from now! Be there or risk squarage!
Keep on truckin'
Keep on keepin' on
But most importantly, rock on.