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Twenty-One
To my friends who didn’t realize it because I don’t speak of it, my birthday was last week. I am officially twenty-one. If you missed it, it is still not too late to get me a present, as the present is never late. But a shout-out to those who did get me something:
- Robert and Cyndi: Thanks for “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?” (the book from which Blade Runner is adapted). Also, the poisoned Chinese candy. Between the two, my mind will be blown. I will also forget you even bought me Olde English.
- Aaron: The expensive bottle of whisky will surely last me through countless tennis matches. Thanks buddy.
- Elise: Thanks a bunch for the gift cards. I treated myself to new socks and underwear with the Target one, and I have always said socks and underwear are the way to my heart.
- Becca: The fact you re-gifted Champagne will be overlooked, and I am excited for the next gift you promised! Horray!
- Natalie: The bottle of Absinthe is surely going to be a way to get away, which is the best gift anyone could have given.
- Mom and Dad: Your generous gift will get me a new stereo for my car, something I will use everyday. I can’t wait, thank you so much!
Since I am not a big drinker, turning 21 has not meant too much to me. I have yet to use my new found rights and buy alcohol. I have tried some whisky and brandy now. Also several brands of beers. No matter what I have had, I can’t help but think I would just rather be drinking a soda or milk. I guess drinking alcohol for the effects is the only reason to drink it at all if I can’t appreciate it’s taste. Effects I have yet, and would rather not, experience. Maybe I’ll just be a wine-o.
I am starting to feel older. Though, I can’t help but feel like I should have accomplished more by now. If I would have focused, I would be nearly done with college. Instead I am a good year behind. As a whole, I am too eager to get to the end of things, and don’t enjoy the process. Hopefully I still won’t be saying that when I am 31, 41, 51, or 61. I plan on dying before 71.
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You’re a very gracious person to count as your friends people who don’t realize it’s your birthday. That’s the very method I use to create my enemies list.
I think the point of Olde English is being able to forget that you had Olde English.
I thought the point of Olde English is to make me sympathize with hobos? Now I am certainly going to give beggars money for alcohol to keep Olde English off the streets.