I’ve never used this as a personal blog. I’ve also not been on here in quite a very very long time. But I need to say something and I don’t care if no one listens. Plus, I don’t think this is quite suitable to post on Facebook. (Which I’ve also kind of stopped using recently.)
I hate being 20. In just eight gorram weeks, I’ll be 21. Eight weeks. Now, I know what you might be thinking. You might be thinking that I’m looking to go out and get drunk. There, you’d be wrong. What I want is to be able to got to bars/etc. with my friends and be able to choose to not drink. For the first time in my life, I’m feeling a social stigma attached to not being 21. While folks I want to spend time with are heading to a local bar after a long week of work, I’m stuck here. I can’t even enter the bar because I’m not 21. That means that I can’t hang out and spend time with them. It also means that with practically no one around, I’m bored out of my skull.
All right, so I’m partially angry with the establishment for not letting me spend time with people. I’m also angry with the people for not adapting their common activities to something suitable for including people under 21.
Oh, by the way, Steam doesn’t work on the internet connection I have this summer. Which means virtually all of my games that I would pass the time with are unavailable to me for another 4-5 weeks. Of course after that time, I won’t need the distraction, so they’ll go unplayed. Still.
Plus, I forgot my CD folder at home when I came here for the summer. Which means no games from that. It’s a sad day when the most interesting way to pass the time in the evening is minesweeper. I’ve gotten incredibly good at it now. I boast a 3% win rate on Expert. (It was just 1% a week and 200 games of it ago.)
So, partially to relieve the boredom and partially to get this schist off of my bedrock, I write this post. I deeply apologise for clogging up your inboxes/feeds/what-have-you with it.