Apartment-hunting. The age of actual majority. THC.

Aug 12, 2006 20:53

I hate not knowing where I'm living in September. Asia and I found this 3-bedroom place that would work out to $276/person, with one problem- we need a 3rd person! It's in Hull, all-inclusive, a 10-min. bus ride from downtown, with 2 fun girls itching to sign the lease. I'll even take the small crappy room! If you know anyone looking for a place, will you send them my email? Thanks.

It's weird that I'm turning 19. Legal. That's the first word that comes to mind. But I don't even care anymore. I've been getting in everywhere since I was 16. I don't even know if my real ID works! And really, what's the difference between 18 and 19? A digit? A day? I mean I'm looking forward to the drunkeness of the night, but I could do that any time. I feel too young to not care about my birthday anymore.

I had the weirdest time the other night. I didn't smoke that much, but I got really high. Like, hallucinating high. And I puked everywhere, and I couldn't feel my body, and I was pretty sure I was dying. I'd downed a bunch of shots before that, but still... It was fun until that, though!
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