If the majority of society seriously thinks all twenty-one-year olds only look forward to buying beer and other alcoholic beverages on their twenty-first birthday – as well as going to clubs and bars and all that other junk, then society needs to open their eyes to reality. Not all 21-year olds are like that. I can’t even enjoy a lunch at a restaurant without a waitress seriously telling me she doesn’t believe me when I say that I don’t drink/am not into that.
Mimi: Today is Sarah’s birthday.
Waitress: Oh, really? Well, happy birthday! How old are you today?
Waitress: Ooh, that’s exciting! You got some crazy plans for later tonight? Gonna go party?
Me: Nope. I’m not into drinking or anything like that.
Waitress: Uh huh, well I find that hard to believe. You have fun tonight! (winks)
This morning I had to go into the psychiatric ward[1. Okay, so that is just what I’m calling it. It’s really a center with psychiatrists and counselors (sort of) – think of a clinic.] to have blood drawn for lab testing. It was fine, I guess. I’m not really into the whole ‘having blood drawn’ thing. It makes me feel woozy, and I just … well, to be honest I don’t like it! -.-
Anyway, that is how my day was. I also went to Cici’s with my aunt, Mimi and Shane, Bebe’s son/my cousin.
And I made a survey that, if you fill out, would be really awesome because web projects make Liza happy, and this project is technically called Operation Make Liza Happy (even though the instant ‘happy’ trigger is just surreal).
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