the big 2-0

my roommate is twenty today. this makes me feel OLD. not cos i am, but cos reminders of others' comparative youth. . .um. . .remind me that i'm no longer "young"? hm. anyway, it's cool for him cos NOW HE'S NO LONGER A TEENAGER. i remember how sweet a realisation that was. (though it was tempered by the fact that i was pushing carts in the safeway that day, which most kids in their early twenties tend not to do. whatever.) there will be an attendant party at our house tonight. this, of course, makes me pretty frightened, cos parties make me pretty frightened. all those people tryna impress each other, drinking like the fishes, i don't know. at least i know how to close my door when i go to bed.

in other news, i'm going to a bar with a girl tomorrow night. this is way surprising. in full disclosure, it's for trivia night and there will be other people on our team and it's not actually a date, but i'm a bit shaky. THIS DOESN'T HAPPEN TO ME VERY OFTEN. actually, this sort of thing has happened exactly ONCE before. hm. last time this sort of thing happened, the agreement was worked out in this fashion: female skier person says, "wanna go for a drink?" and i says, "you buyin? all the money i had till it snows i put in my gas tank to get up here." notice the confidence on my part, not afraid to tell her i'm flat broke. i'm sure that meant something to her. i know this cos THE RELATIONSHIP LASTED AS LONG AS THE HINDENBURG.

in other other news, i landed with my hip on a four inch root yesterday while falling on my bike. i could barely walk this morning, and i thought i'd be all hobbled and ready for some sympathy, but now it barely hurts and THERE'S NARY A BRUISE AS EVIDENCE! HOW CAN I SOLICIT SYMPATHY WITHOUT EVEN A BRUISE?? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

anyway. ima check my, um, checking account, see if i'm broke. peace.