Twenty One...
And so...I'm 21 now...so old...I feel arthritic already. Friday morning when I was driving to the registry, I was thinking, "For all those times I've thought, man I wish I could go in there...Or I wish I could order this drink here, now I finally can." It's so weird to think back on how long ago it was when I was saying I can't wait til I'm 21 in 5858393 years. I'm so happy.
Though I'm sure it would have been fun, I didn't spend my first night being 21 in a bar, because I think that's kinda cliché. Plus only two or three of my good friends are 21 already, so it would've been awkward leaving people behind and not spending my birthday with people like Anthony, Chris, Trista and Eric. Plus I don't think I'm really a bar-hopping person. I've never yearned to go out to the bars. They're too crowded, too filled with straight people. I dunno, I'm not too keen on doing something that my father and brother do all the time. Then I'd really feel old. I'd much prefer to drink at a club. So I was glad that everyone just came over and partied at the apartment. It was low-key (except for the 300 balloons) and I think everyone had a good time. I did. There's so many funny photos in my Webshots. So, only about 8 more days and Trista will be 21 with me. I can't wait.
Yesterday was more uneventful. I rotted all day and then came home for my family birthday party. Everyone was drinking in my honor, even Babcia and Dziadziu. I got a buttload of money, so I'm not in the negative in my checking account anymore. I should be able to pay off all my monthly bills this week and still have a lot left over. I'll try to not go crazy. My mom convinced me to get out of reading in Church this morning so I could go out last night and have fun, which I did. But it turned out not really be worth it, I guess. Nobody was around, so I just went back to the apartment with my two bottles of Asti and watched Paris Hilton on SNL. It was nice and relaxing.
Then Anthony came home and circumstances led to a drunken fight between us and everything's still going on now, so I don't know what's up. All I know is that for all the highs this weekend has had, I'm feeling pretty low right now.
:(
Though I'm sure it would have been fun, I didn't spend my first night being 21 in a bar, because I think that's kinda cliché. Plus only two or three of my good friends are 21 already, so it would've been awkward leaving people behind and not spending my birthday with people like Anthony, Chris, Trista and Eric. Plus I don't think I'm really a bar-hopping person. I've never yearned to go out to the bars. They're too crowded, too filled with straight people. I dunno, I'm not too keen on doing something that my father and brother do all the time. Then I'd really feel old. I'd much prefer to drink at a club. So I was glad that everyone just came over and partied at the apartment. It was low-key (except for the 300 balloons) and I think everyone had a good time. I did. There's so many funny photos in my Webshots. So, only about 8 more days and Trista will be 21 with me. I can't wait.
Yesterday was more uneventful. I rotted all day and then came home for my family birthday party. Everyone was drinking in my honor, even Babcia and Dziadziu. I got a buttload of money, so I'm not in the negative in my checking account anymore. I should be able to pay off all my monthly bills this week and still have a lot left over. I'll try to not go crazy. My mom convinced me to get out of reading in Church this morning so I could go out last night and have fun, which I did. But it turned out not really be worth it, I guess. Nobody was around, so I just went back to the apartment with my two bottles of Asti and watched Paris Hilton on SNL. It was nice and relaxing.
Then Anthony came home and circumstances led to a drunken fight between us and everything's still going on now, so I don't know what's up. All I know is that for all the highs this weekend has had, I'm feeling pretty low right now.
:(