Confessions of an underage drinker.

Everyone looks forward to being 21 years old. I mean, for a while we can't wait to be 18. Cigarettes. Porn. But what we're really looking forward to is clubs. It doesn't take long before 18 and over clubs just don't cut it anymore. For me, it took almost 2 years. I sucked everything I could out of 18 and over clubs. Even after it stopped being fun, I kept going, hoping the night would turn out to be worth it. It never was. And as my 21st birthday approaches, all I can think about it is going to bars and lounges and 21 and over events and venues. And it's not even so much just because I want to legally get drunk. Being able to drink is certainly part of it, but being able to socialize with a new crowd, with a whole new genre of people, so to speak, is so exhilarating for me. After work tonight, I sat outside my store with one of my customers, one of my co-workers, and my co-workers potential love interest. And we just had an amazingly interesting fun conversation. They all invited me out with them to some bars on Castro. I, of course, declined, but the more I think about it, the more ridiculous it becomes that entire establishments are closed off to people 21 years of age and younger. I mean, jazz clubs, some hotel rooms, and there's even a long-running musical in San Francisco that only allows people 21 and younger on Sunday matinees. I know this is only coming from me right now because I am 20, and the second I turn 21 I will disagree with what I'm about to say, but there shouldn't necessarily be an age limit to go into a bar. Or rather, the age limit should allow people younger than 21 to enter. Maybe not even super younger, even if it was 20, I would be fine (and no, that's not just because I'm currently 20). I guess I just don't see the logic in closing off an entire establishment to people who aren't 21. That's a lie, I totally see the logic. It's because the only reason you go to bars is to drink. Haha. I'm just frustrated. And I hate people that complain about being young, because you're only young once and I wish I could go back an be 17 again. But it really does suck being 20. So, my confession for the night, although I'm sure it's not much of a surprise, is...I wish I were 21.

New Beginnings/Academia

I'm switching to Blogger after 5 long years with Livejournal. It's quite sad, but I refuse to forget my first blog as it has been with me through a lot. With my life changing in so many ways, it's time to start fresh. Here's to our time together.

This Thanksgiving break seemed to be a long one and I'm not too sure why. It feels like the last time I was at school was weeks ago, though every weekend is just as long as this one was. School is making me really happy. I'm doing well in all my classes, and doing well on assignments I thought I bombed. Isn't that always how it goes? I have so much to look forward to concerning school. Spring classes begin February 1st and I'm already registered for all the classes that I need. I have school auditions coming up QUICK and I'm starting to prepare for those. The coming months are vital in the rest of my academic career and my anticipation is getting the best of me.

School has always been a really stressful subject for me. Being the perfectionist and the overachiever that I admittedly am, I cannot stand the thought of failure. And although sometimes my laziness and my ambition don't work too well together, education is important to me, and I want to make myself and my parents proud of the work that I do. Going to community college straight out of high school was a sort of wake up call for me that I needed to begin preparing myself for a university; I needed to do the job that San Leandro High School didn't do. Over the past three years, I think I have prepared myself for a university, all the while working insane hours and finding my true passions. I may not have gotten the dorm experience or the dining hall experience or the camaraderie of new young adults living on their own in an entirely foreign place. But I know what I want out of life. That's what I got from Ohlone College. And THAT kind of knowledge is invaluable.

So as I plug on with my applications and my auditions and my recommendations and my transcripts and test scores, all I can think of is my first day at Ohlone College. I feel like a senior in high school right now, writing a graduation speech. But who would have known on that first day back in 2007 that Ohlone College would have been such a big stepping stone for me? And that in the end, I would appreciate my time there, no matter how much I complained along the way. I look forward to what's in store.