I’m old enough to have adventures now. I mean, people much younger than 19 have them, but i figure i should start now before i gain too much wisdom or weight to avoid them like the plague. I don’t have a car or a license, but i do have a bank account and a visa, so the two cancel each other out. I’m going to Florida in about a month to visit some family, and i’m thinking i should have an adventure down there. Maybe just hop on some public transportation and ride it across the county, and then walk back. Sure, that’s tame, but Florida is practically India by my standards. And that’s sorta the problem. Last year i was going to drive up to Niagara with some friends and go binge drinking in Canada, but i fell out with them so it fell through. Other friends of mine made that same trip later that year, but they didn’t even think to ask me. Of course not.
Babe, don’t tell me these things. Maybe i should just stop looking back at highschool saying that i wasted it and start picking up the things i missed, but there’s only so much time after you subtract school and theatre and music and work and webpage. Getting older is hard, no matter what age you’re moving on from. At least you seem to have a story for every month that passed.