"...but it's better than drinking alone."
I turned 21 yesterday. Good for me.
After waking up at about 4 in the afternoon, I managed to force myself out to dinner with my parents and my Gramps. I don't usually do things just because other people want me too, but my dad seemed pretty excited about it. Damn, I can't stand that guy. My parents are about 60 and my gramps is almost 90. Maybe I'm just depressed so much because 90% of my time is spent around miserable senior citizens. Or maybe it's because 90% of my friends are stupid fucks who don't know how to go out and celebrate their friend's 21st birthday with him.
I could bitch about what they didn't do for a while, but I won't, instead here's what I did last night, starting at about 7:30:
- Attempted to assemble a group of people to take me out to the bars, and failed-no wait, they failed, all of them, fuckers.
-Talked to Ashley while holding back some sort of breakdown
-Gave up on life and everyone in it (almost) with a bottle of delicious wine at the bridge on the bike trail, at least that bridge is always there for me
-Cried like a little bitch about how awful my life is
-Went home and played computer games after the wine was gone
-Went to the shitty corner bar and drank jaegermeister and beer, still alone.
-Walked over to kyle's and took it all out on his drums
-Stole a construction light as a birthday present to myself, I put the barrel back, because I'm considerate.
-went home and eventually slept.
FUN FACT-
Number of times 'Piano Man' by Billy Joel was played on my mp3 player over the course of the night: ~50
"Captain Jack" came in a distant second, at about 25.
And there it is, my 21st birthday, it's all downhill from here.
I turned 21 yesterday. Good for me.
After waking up at about 4 in the afternoon, I managed to force myself out to dinner with my parents and my Gramps. I don't usually do things just because other people want me too, but my dad seemed pretty excited about it. Damn, I can't stand that guy. My parents are about 60 and my gramps is almost 90. Maybe I'm just depressed so much because 90% of my time is spent around miserable senior citizens. Or maybe it's because 90% of my friends are stupid fucks who don't know how to go out and celebrate their friend's 21st birthday with him.
I could bitch about what they didn't do for a while, but I won't, instead here's what I did last night, starting at about 7:30:
- Attempted to assemble a group of people to take me out to the bars, and failed-no wait, they failed, all of them, fuckers.
-Talked to Ashley while holding back some sort of breakdown
-Gave up on life and everyone in it (almost) with a bottle of delicious wine at the bridge on the bike trail, at least that bridge is always there for me
-Cried like a little bitch about how awful my life is
-Went home and played computer games after the wine was gone
-Went to the shitty corner bar and drank jaegermeister and beer, still alone.
-Walked over to kyle's and took it all out on his drums
-Stole a construction light as a birthday present to myself, I put the barrel back, because I'm considerate.
-went home and eventually slept.
FUN FACT-
Number of times 'Piano Man' by Billy Joel was played on my mp3 player over the course of the night: ~50
"Captain Jack" came in a distant second, at about 25.
And there it is, my 21st birthday, it's all downhill from here.