OH MY GOD!

THIS SEMESTER IS BUSY! IT IS TOO BUSY TO EVEN FATHOM! TODAY WAS THE FIRST DAY WHERE I FELT LIKE I DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING EXTRAORDINARILY PRESSING I NEEDED TO DO! OH MY GOD!

I'm the Ad-Libs president, I'm directing a show, I'm taking regular classes, I had a job until I took a brief three-week reprieve...etc. This shit is just too damn busy.

My birthday is the day after tomorrow. I turn 21. I'll be looking forward to the prospect of taking my liquor to the check-out counter of the liquor store/supermarket teller, presenting a legal form of ID that has my real date of birth and, after brief glance, perhaps a confused furrowed brow as he subtracts 1986 from 2007, he hands me back the ID and asks for a method of payment.

What I'm, not really looking forward to is the bar scene here in Saratoga. From what I understand, it's not the most home-y atmosphere. There were a lot of great pubs in Oxford where you could sit down at a table, drink and just talk. Maybe even roast a marshmallow. But here...I have a feeling the scene is a little less "Tolkien and Lewis" and a little more "Asshole and Shit-Spewing, Hyper-Agressive Cock-Mongering Fuck-Head". Not looking forward to the constant peer-pressuring from my more agressively "YOU MUST DO SO MANY THINGS YOU DON'T WANT TO DO BECAUSE I THINK IT IS FUN!!!!" friends (you know who you are), using the term "DT" over and over again and asking me to go there. Call me a crank, but I always thought the great thing about being a senior was knowing what you do and don't enjoy and not feeling the need to do something just to impress someone else. Just saying.

Senior year...almost the end of things...truly, extraordinarily frightening. That is all.