18 мне уже...

This post is quite awkward - somehow, I forgot to blog about my EIGHTEENTH birthday ON my birthday, which is not allowed...so, the date this is posted shall be fibbed for my own satisfaction, and just because I can, you asshole.

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Now, as this is written with future knowledge (however, you shall never know the true date in which this post is written), you will have to simply bend your mind's time-continuum auto-sensor to disregard what it detects as "impossible", or, in other words, "bullshit".

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This is at least the sixth year in which I have attempted to see a clock at the exact time that my avatar has aged exactly another year on this earth...and failed, consecutively, for six years in a row, on probably the most important birthday of my lifetime (for reasons explained later). I was sitting in AP American History and realized, at 11:15am, that I had been 18 years old for three minutes already. A few nights ago, at Emily Dick's 18th birthday party, we discussed the advantages of being 18...which are surprisingly few, and fairly retarded, really, and only to be utilized by either the bored or the stupid (most, at least)...

1. Porn - this falls under the category of boredom, and will have to wait until later (i.e., personal apartment time) to see if it's beneficial or no ;-)
2. Tobacco Products - this falls under the category of fucking retarded, period.
3. Gambling - bordom, also...OH, BUT WAIT! - I've always wanted to pull that gold handle on the slot machines to watch the bars and cherries line up to give me back a quarter out of the $50 that I already stuffed into the bastard
4. Voting - this could be potentially useful...if we lived in a country where votes and/or public opinion really mattered (take, for instance, the fact that Bush is totaling everything, no one likes him, and he's a pure twit...if every American signed a petition to get him out, ten Jeffersons says it wouldn't work)...doesn't matter, all those politicians are fuckers anyway.