It's that time again
"Now that you're 21,
You'll be thought of as an adult--
[turn]
By 5th grader's everywhere.
Happy birthday
~Glad your my brother
love Nick"
(My brother is in 6th grade.)
Turning 21 reminds me very oddly of turning 10, when my parents moved my bed time an hour later. Of course, I used to sit up in my bunk bed with a flashlight, reading away at my 500 page sci-fi novels with the utmost secrecy (sometimes I miss those days...), but now, all of a sudden... I could do it without fear of getting caught.
Not to say I've ever really taken to frequent drinking, but you know.. it's happened, and I don't really care. I knew I was mature enough to handle it, and that was that. No big deal. I'm still at a weird stage though. I pick up a glass of beer or handle a bottle of wine and I want to look over my shoulder. It still feels like a secret, I guess.
I had my party last weekend, and it was terrific. "And you were there, and you were there, and you were there..." We watched Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, fresh from Korea, where upon most everyone but myself fell asleep at one point or another. The ending kinda gets a bit slow there for a while... erm. After it was over, everyone popped back up, refreshed, and the party went on. We mostly just chatted, played pleasantly tipsy board games, and threw up Evil Dead uno y dos onto the TV in the background. Then we all crashed in big piles, yadda yadda, boring stuff. That was the gist of it.
The next day, when I went to leave, my car wouldn't start. Actually, it did, and then we came back, and then we left again, except that time we didn't. After some clever car-deduction (*calls home*) I determined the problem to be in the battery. I got a jump, which was enough to get me home, but not much more. The battery = toast. I need to get a new one, but I've been sleeping in oddly late, such that I don't have time before work. Instead, I borrow away my mom's much-nicer Maxima
for all my transportaion needs.
"It's a luscious mix of words and tricks that let us bet when we know we should fold."
Just when I'm beginning to think that my various friendships are drifting away due to distance or busy schedules, everything comes together again. It was nice to see Rase again, after so much time, and of course all my other friends. And of course Lyra *le sigh*. My presents this year were fantastic. I've decided my friends are wonderful at getting gifts (not to mention proper cards). Leaps and bounds beyond my parents, who love to entice me with conversations about what they're thinking of getting me, would like to get me, or wish they were able to get me, only to conclude with a card-sandwich made of high quality sarcastic paper and "lunch meat" I can cash in for fifty to one-hundred dollars, depending on the holiday.
My one regret about the whole thing was that I never got a chance to see Sarah this month, which is something like a Birthday-o-thon amongst my friends, where parties and celebration just sort of crescendo as the month progresses. It always felt like her homecoming was right around the corner, when of course, it wasn't. I think I will be scheduling a trip to Oregon soon to amend this problem. Parties involved (ie Sarah) or parties that would like to become involved (whoever they may be) should reply with preferred travel dates and whatnot. Probably just a weekend thing, so school/work doesn't get in the way too much for everyone.
You'll be thought of as an adult--
[turn]
By 5th grader's everywhere.
Happy birthday
~Glad your my brother
love Nick"
(My brother is in 6th grade.)
Turning 21 reminds me very oddly of turning 10, when my parents moved my bed time an hour later. Of course, I used to sit up in my bunk bed with a flashlight, reading away at my 500 page sci-fi novels with the utmost secrecy (sometimes I miss those days...), but now, all of a sudden... I could do it without fear of getting caught.
Not to say I've ever really taken to frequent drinking, but you know.. it's happened, and I don't really care. I knew I was mature enough to handle it, and that was that. No big deal. I'm still at a weird stage though. I pick up a glass of beer or handle a bottle of wine and I want to look over my shoulder. It still feels like a secret, I guess.
I had my party last weekend, and it was terrific. "And you were there, and you were there, and you were there..." We watched Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, fresh from Korea, where upon most everyone but myself fell asleep at one point or another. The ending kinda gets a bit slow there for a while... erm. After it was over, everyone popped back up, refreshed, and the party went on. We mostly just chatted, played pleasantly tipsy board games, and threw up Evil Dead uno y dos onto the TV in the background. Then we all crashed in big piles, yadda yadda, boring stuff. That was the gist of it.
The next day, when I went to leave, my car wouldn't start. Actually, it did, and then we came back, and then we left again, except that time we didn't. After some clever car-deduction (*calls home*) I determined the problem to be in the battery. I got a jump, which was enough to get me home, but not much more. The battery = toast. I need to get a new one, but I've been sleeping in oddly late, such that I don't have time before work. Instead, I borrow away my mom's much-nicer Maxima
for all my transportaion needs.
"It's a luscious mix of words and tricks that let us bet when we know we should fold."
Just when I'm beginning to think that my various friendships are drifting away due to distance or busy schedules, everything comes together again. It was nice to see Rase again, after so much time, and of course all my other friends. And of course Lyra *le sigh*. My presents this year were fantastic. I've decided my friends are wonderful at getting gifts (not to mention proper cards). Leaps and bounds beyond my parents, who love to entice me with conversations about what they're thinking of getting me, would like to get me, or wish they were able to get me, only to conclude with a card-sandwich made of high quality sarcastic paper and "lunch meat" I can cash in for fifty to one-hundred dollars, depending on the holiday.
My one regret about the whole thing was that I never got a chance to see Sarah this month, which is something like a Birthday-o-thon amongst my friends, where parties and celebration just sort of crescendo as the month progresses. It always felt like her homecoming was right around the corner, when of course, it wasn't. I think I will be scheduling a trip to Oregon soon to amend this problem. Parties involved (ie Sarah) or parties that would like to become involved (whoever they may be) should reply with preferred travel dates and whatnot. Probably just a weekend thing, so school/work doesn't get in the way too much for everyone.