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I seem to be twenty-one now
Sep 3, 2007
This recovering-from-Saturday Sunday inspired me to pick up where I left off working on the site. I stopped updating for a bit mostly because I broke my update form to make a new one, and then was distracted by life, and just finally implemented the basic functionality today. Everything's going pretty smoothly now that I took my insert statement out of my foreach loop (before that I would post one entry and it would be posted five times).
I turned twenty-one last Wednesday, and took Thursday off from work to help celebrate. The party was a lot of fun; it started at my place and moved to two bars and two other peoples' houses / dorms. There was much merrymaking, festivities and plenty of things I don't remember doing but was told that I did. The whole thing was a blast with good company, and I took to the bar scene better than I had thought. One night before my birthday we went to a bar at the end of my street to get some dinner and a belligerent 45 year old man started yelling at us, which is another story entirely, but it gave me a negative introduction to bars. I was pleasantly surprised with the bars we hit (or so I'm told).
I actually do feel a little older right now. It doesn't really feel like a maturity thing, but I feel older in some way; like I'm leaving my childhood behind me. I probably should have felt this way when I was twenty, but now it seems more concrete. It's not an "old" feeling though. I decided today in Wal-Mart while buying beer (beer is our house codeword for orange juice if my parents are reading this) that I'm not allowed to feel "old"-er until people stop asking to see my ID when I buy inebriates (the plural of one inebriate; a drink). Hell I was carded at the movie theater not two weeks ago when going to see Superbad. I'm twenty-one and apparently I can pull off being younger than seventeen. Must be my youthful features and dashing wit, or maybe it was the "Beaker" Muppet t-shirt I was wearing, which is what the ticket woman told me. That prostitute. I'm bringing Beaker back into mainstream and she obviously couldn't handle all of my beaker-rockingness.
So I can't start feeling my age until no one asks for my card. Or maybe when they stop looking at me so suspiciously before asking for my ID. Fools.
My housemate is back from his trip to Europe and we've started doing capoeira again. Not as a class, but as an actual martial art which is offered at a studio downtown. So far it's been great to get back into it, and I finally bought official capoeira pants, so I'm dancing in style and getting all the ladies' attention. Aside from several massive blisters that show up and fall off regularly the whole experience has been wonderful. This place is dedicated to just capoeira so we get much more of the culture, including the singing and instrument playing than we could have from the class.
It's getting pretty late here, and Saturday was a crazy night too, so I'm winding down and will wrap this up shortly. My job is still going well; right now we've been working on the same project for several weeks so I can see my code in use and built on, which is not only encouraging but it's a great way to find all the mistakes I make. Tomorrow (today, Monday) all of my peers go back to school at RIT. It's very interesting that the summer has officially come to an end because I don't feel it at all. My co-op continues right into the fall until winter so there's no jarring moment of going back to classes. Every year I always get an intrinsic feeling of dread, excitement and anticipation right before classes start. But now everything feels normal as I watch everyone head back to the brick city. I'm not going to lie; I love the fact that I get Labor Day off from work because it's an actual holiday. RIT is very anti-time-off and the only breaks we get are Thanksgiving, Christmas, and a Spring break in February. I'm not really looking forward to going back to classes in the winter at this point.
I'm pooped. There is sleep now.
I turned twenty-one last Wednesday, and took Thursday off from work to help celebrate. The party was a lot of fun; it started at my place and moved to two bars and two other peoples' houses / dorms. There was much merrymaking, festivities and plenty of things I don't remember doing but was told that I did. The whole thing was a blast with good company, and I took to the bar scene better than I had thought. One night before my birthday we went to a bar at the end of my street to get some dinner and a belligerent 45 year old man started yelling at us, which is another story entirely, but it gave me a negative introduction to bars. I was pleasantly surprised with the bars we hit (or so I'm told).
I actually do feel a little older right now. It doesn't really feel like a maturity thing, but I feel older in some way; like I'm leaving my childhood behind me. I probably should have felt this way when I was twenty, but now it seems more concrete. It's not an "old" feeling though. I decided today in Wal-Mart while buying beer (beer is our house codeword for orange juice if my parents are reading this) that I'm not allowed to feel "old"-er until people stop asking to see my ID when I buy inebriates (the plural of one inebriate; a drink). Hell I was carded at the movie theater not two weeks ago when going to see Superbad. I'm twenty-one and apparently I can pull off being younger than seventeen. Must be my youthful features and dashing wit, or maybe it was the "Beaker" Muppet t-shirt I was wearing, which is what the ticket woman told me. That prostitute. I'm bringing Beaker back into mainstream and she obviously couldn't handle all of my beaker-rockingness.
So I can't start feeling my age until no one asks for my card. Or maybe when they stop looking at me so suspiciously before asking for my ID. Fools.
My housemate is back from his trip to Europe and we've started doing capoeira again. Not as a class, but as an actual martial art which is offered at a studio downtown. So far it's been great to get back into it, and I finally bought official capoeira pants, so I'm dancing in style and getting all the ladies' attention. Aside from several massive blisters that show up and fall off regularly the whole experience has been wonderful. This place is dedicated to just capoeira so we get much more of the culture, including the singing and instrument playing than we could have from the class.
It's getting pretty late here, and Saturday was a crazy night too, so I'm winding down and will wrap this up shortly. My job is still going well; right now we've been working on the same project for several weeks so I can see my code in use and built on, which is not only encouraging but it's a great way to find all the mistakes I make. Tomorrow (today, Monday) all of my peers go back to school at RIT. It's very interesting that the summer has officially come to an end because I don't feel it at all. My co-op continues right into the fall until winter so there's no jarring moment of going back to classes. Every year I always get an intrinsic feeling of dread, excitement and anticipation right before classes start. But now everything feels normal as I watch everyone head back to the brick city. I'm not going to lie; I love the fact that I get Labor Day off from work because it's an actual holiday. RIT is very anti-time-off and the only breaks we get are Thanksgiving, Christmas, and a Spring break in February. I'm not really looking forward to going back to classes in the winter at this point.
I'm pooped. There is sleep now.