Uneventful
For the sake of convenience, I've decided to go back to my PC for journal updates. And for Kevin's sake, I'll go much easier on the pee.
Well, I woke up this noon after hanging out last night with Andy, Collin, Liz, Jaspreet, and their friend Clark. It was Andy's last night as a teenager, which can be a slightly disconcerting night for any young person; sort of a mini mid-life crisis, if you will. After that day, you will no longer be able to wear the badge of "Damn Teenager;" "Damn Kid," maybe to some of the elderly, but after that day, you're legally less a kid than you were when you became 19, much less 18. And while you can still illegally obtain and consume booze, you can't do so without thinking, "In less than a year, I'll be able to get this without over-21 friends," which, as we all know, isn't as much fun.
I suggested excessive drinking, running amok in Wal-Mart, even vandalism of an old roommate's house; but nothing seemed to work.
So we instead played Rock Band, and I let him use my roommate's hookah.
Happy birthday, Andrew Prevost.
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Okay, that's my update for today. I'm going to go put away some laundry, as it is one of the many phases of Operation: Clean Your Effing Room.
Later,
Andy
Well, I woke up this noon after hanging out last night with Andy, Collin, Liz, Jaspreet, and their friend Clark. It was Andy's last night as a teenager, which can be a slightly disconcerting night for any young person; sort of a mini mid-life crisis, if you will. After that day, you will no longer be able to wear the badge of "Damn Teenager;" "Damn Kid," maybe to some of the elderly, but after that day, you're legally less a kid than you were when you became 19, much less 18. And while you can still illegally obtain and consume booze, you can't do so without thinking, "In less than a year, I'll be able to get this without over-21 friends," which, as we all know, isn't as much fun.
I suggested excessive drinking, running amok in Wal-Mart, even vandalism of an old roommate's house; but nothing seemed to work.
So we instead played Rock Band, and I let him use my roommate's hookah.
Happy birthday, Andrew Prevost.
...
Okay, that's my update for today. I'm going to go put away some laundry, as it is one of the many phases of Operation: Clean Your Effing Room.
Later,
Andy