Tomorrow will bring a day that I have waited rather non-patiently for since I was 15. I have fantasized, romanticized and devised my plans for when I turn 21. Tomorrow I will no longer be underage, and you know what I’m gonna do?? Not a damn thing. That’s not actually true. Tomorrow I am planning on studying during the day, working until eight, and meeting for a group project at nine. It’s an interesting feeling knowing that my 15-year-old self would call me a loser today.
I've literally been picturing exactly what my 21st birthday would be like every time I’ve closed my eyes for the last six years. I say this because every time I have closed my eyes, I have seen nothing but black. And I always figured I would black out pretty hard when I became legal.
A few things have changed about me over the years, but one thing has remained the same. Now more than ever, I love irony. This is why I can’t get over the fact that currently I really don’t care for getting drunk. Again, if my 15-year-old self realized that being drunk would lose its appeal before I turn 21, he’d question a lot more than my attitudes toward drinking.
I still like beer. I actually really like beer, and I can’t wait to taste quality beer at a quality bar. That being said, I do regret that my first legal drink won’t be at Bar Knox. I know it wasn’t a quality place and didn’t have quality beer, but I always had interesting times there. The last time I went was especially epic. It was last summer, and the party was boppin… until some guys got into a rocky argument that was topped off when an off-duty cop got punched. Yeah. Good times.
One recent development that I feel has had an impact on me is getting a twitter. It’s nice knowing that there’s a social media site that forces me to limit my narcissism to 140 characters or less. It can even be educational. By following various media outlets, I am more informed about current events than I was before I got a twitter. So it’s definitely worth getting just to hear about important things, like what celebrities have for lunch on any given day.
Since I started this blog, I’ve gotten a modest but encouraging number of page views. Lately, I’ve gotten a lot of hits from
, Egypt and Turkey . I’m not sure why I have so many views from those places. As far as I know, I don’t blog anywhere about nuclear secrets. Those visitors must have landed on my page accidentally while they were searching for The Weekend Amateur Nuclear Secrets Enthusiast. I do wish those visitors would stop viewing my page though. Between their visits and me briefly following Al Jazeera on twitter, I can’t help but feel that I made a government list somewhere. Iran
To wrap things up, I want to say thank you to everyone who has wished me a happy birthday. I am always touched by the number of birthday texts I receive. I want to specifically give a shout out to Brett Farve and his overwhelming enthusiasm for my birthday this year. Although Brett, I do think you went a bit overboard with your texts again.
I must go now. It’s my twenty-first, and I got some not getting drunk to do.