Six years earlier...
I’m turning 23 next month. This is the pinnacle of elderly being. I think of 22 turning 23 as the cut off of real life adults. No more faux adult college kid living. 23 is the real deal in my mind. 22 reminds me of 21, but 23 reminds me of 25. Is that weird? I feel like I’m actually turning into a real live adult (oh my!) and I started reflecting back onto where I was 6 years ago (much thanks to Yonker’s song she re-blogged). So this is what I would blog if I was 17…
“Oh my gosh, high school is finally over. Finally no more Big Brother looking over my shoulder, no more contemptuous authority figures dictating my every move… I’m on to bigger better things bloggers* (*which would be confined to AOL 2.0 users at this time)! Anyways, Kyle D. told me he was throwing a huge kegger in honor of all of the new graduates. So sweet* (*not so sweet, I ended up passing out in a pile of my own vomit all hopped on illicit drugs mixed with thus said beer). Anyways, my boyfriend promised a totally special surprise and I’m really psyched about it* (*no surprise, he was an ass and let me pass out in my own vomit previously mentioned). My parents are total jerks, it’s like they don’t trust me or something* (*they shouldn’t, I passed out in my own vomit), I dunno man, this system, it’s totally corrupt. Totally. Trust the youth right*? (*Don’t trust the youth, we pass out in our own vomit) Well fellow punk rockers, I’m off to listen to some Glassjaw and MXPX- really give it to the Man. L8er Sk8ers. Off to get wasted and have tons of fun* (*passing out in my own vomit!!!!)”
Thank goodness I grew up. Off to bed* (*no really, bed)
