The End of an Era

It was my birthday yesterday. You know, I always thought being a 22-year-old would feel the same as 21, as 21 felt the same as 20, 20 felt the same as 19, etc. But then I thought about it, and I got down to the age of 7 feeling like 6, and if the same pattern continued, the conclusion here would be that 22 feels the same as 6. This, my dear friend, is most definitely not the case.

I guess change is more gradual than I thought! Last year my birthday consisted of Las Vegas, underage drinkers, and two of the best friends anyone could have. This year I had more friends than before, but nothing crazy. Skylar woke me up with coffee from The Grind… literally. He came into my room and started talking. It didn’t help that Alex and Tyler were there with him. They had been celebrating my birthday for me the night before, AKA, drinking like fraternity boys do.

When it was time for breakfast I chugged a tequila sunrise, courtesy of Alex and Patron tequila. We then spent hours and hours playing emulators. I learned a few things doing so. I learned that Alex and Tyler, as much as it sometimes isn’t apparent, are real friends. They, first of all, made it their goal to spend most of the day with me when in reality all they wanted to do was play wizard staff (you know, the game where you chug beer cans and you stack them to see who has the bigger staff). I also learned that Alex didn’t know what a Tetris was. Tyler and I kicked his trash at Tetris only because he didn’t know he could use the line piece to create a mega score booster. What a rookie hour.

After showing my two Brothers what they missed out concerning the original Earthworm Jim, Amber treated me to dinner at my favorite place of all: McDonald’s! We spent some time there talking a little about everything. After that, we played more Tetris and I eventually ended my night with cookies, LoGan, and Mario Kart 7.

It’s the day after my birthday and all I can think of is the positive things. Where my Positive Patsy attitude came from, I will never know, but I like it! For example. I re-read my last entry that was all so "blah blah blah I’m so miserable blah blah horny as fuck." I didn’t even finish reading it. For as much as I bitch and complain that I’m not getting sex or weed, I seem to remember a time a couple of years ago when I thought my libido was missing or deteriorated… or stolen. Dear me from the past, your sex drive is at the end of 2011. You’re better off without it! 😛

I got an electric razor for Christmas. I also got earrings, Christmas decorations, and all sorts of holiday greeting cards. On the actual day of Christmas I spent it watching scary movies and wedding shows with Amber. This is what I’ll remember about the end of 2011. I’ve chosen to forget the fact that my deadbeat fuck of a dad made my youngest sister cry. She called him to wish him a merry holiday and, from what I was told, two minutes later she had tears in her eyes and threw the phone at my mom. If only I was there when that happened…. I wanted to tell him to kill himself because he couldn’t sink any lower. Positivity!! 😀

I have actual goals for the next year! Last year I was so high that I didn’t even think twice about resolutions, and the year before I was too preoccupied with Ian’s dick in my hand and that friendship that I based my entire life around it. This year it’s about me and only me.

1. Know more Japanese and German than I know now.
2. Don’t lose weight, but keep off the fat.
3. Stop anything that will prevent the building of moral character and a model human citizen.

If I learn even just one more word in either of those languages I will have accomplished a third of my goals. If I change nothing about my diet then I’ll keep the weight I’m at, which has been brought down to 141 from 168 in October 14. And that last one is worded funny. What it’s basically saying is that I won’t drink or smoke weed anymore, but it’s okay if I don’t stop cigarettes. Okay, okay. I need to stop smoking those things too, but those don’t show up on a drug test.

I just have this incredibly overwhelming feelings that 2012 is a year of opportunity, a year of progress, a year of bitchinacity! I’ll be making leaps, bounds, and strides and you, dear Peaches, will be here for every step of the way. You’ll know about every bad customer at work, about all the times I’ll sing a song out loud and all the looks people will give me, about all the times I want to suck LoGan’s dick and then stick it in his ass over and over and over and over again until he sees the curvature of the Earth. And I’m very hopeful that pretty soon it won’t be LoGan anymore, but someone else! I’m hopeful for a drug-free twelve months! I’m hopeful that the person I want to become by the time my state ID expires at least starts making an appearance by the end of 2012… and I’m very hopeful that the world won’t end three hundred and fifty-eight days from now. 🙂

It’s going to be a great year! I can feel it in my gut. 🙂