And the Days of 18 Wind Down…

Well, here it is. This will most likely be my last entry as 18! Yes, for those of you who don’t stalk me, it will be my 19th birthday on Sunday! Am I excited to be 19? Not really. It might sound odd, since most people can’t wait to turn 19 so they can buy their own booze, and hit the bars and strip clubs. I suppose it will be interesting when I’m 19 to be able to legally do all that stuff and not have to try and sneak around about it, but to be totally honest, let me put it this way: first of all, I’m not really all that into drinking anymore after the fateful Alberta Premium night. Yes, I may have a brewski every once in awhile, but I just don’t find alcohol in general very appealing anymore. Second, people only go to bars to pickup. Fortunately I don’t need to worry about that because I’ve already got the best girlfriend a boy could have. If people wanted to go somewhere to drink, they’d just get their own booze and hit a party; it’s significantly cheaper than spending money at a bar. Third, the only people who go to strip clubs are desperate and/or lonely, or aren’t satisfied, or all of the above. Yes, I suppose I might venture to the strip club at some point just to have the experience and be able to say that I’ve at least been, but it’s not for the reason that most people go. But let me just say this: I’m not desperate, I’m not lonely, and I am certainly more than satisfied with my Jilly. Anyways, let’s get back to my story. (more…)