21 is not 16

I'm a "good girl", have been my whole life. I did everything I was supposed to from the time I was born through the entirety of my teen years. I took the right classes, got good grades, was responsible, didn't cause any problems for my parents. So now that I'm in my twenties and on my own I wish people would just...

Back the fuck off!

If I decide I want to go out with my friends, have sex with my boyfriend, or indulge in the occasional alcoholic beverage, that's my choice! I'm over 17 so I can legally go to a club, over 18 so it is legal for me to have sex with my boyfriend, and yes I am 21 so I can drink if I want to.

I guess 21 years of responsible behavior means nothing? Now that I'm 21 my sense of decency and common sense is going right out the window! Or is it that people think these concepts are just too difficult for me to manage? Because staying out of the driver's seat when I've been drinking and not getting pregnant is so difficult...

21 is not 16! I have managed to piece together a way to have fun without getting in trouble, a way to drink without driving, and believe it or not... a way to have sex without getting pregnant! Just because you don't agree with my choices doesn't mean they're wrong. And really, why do you think I need your opinion? I have my own parents, and I think they've already done a pretty good job without any of your help. Don't you think any extra energy you might have could be better spent dealing with your own drug addicted, sexually uneducated, dropout children?

But don't worry. I will graduate college, on time. And when I do I'll invite you to my graduation party where I'll make sure to have too much fun with my friends, go completely overboard with my drinking, and afterward have tons of socially irresponsible sex with my boyfriend. After all, I wouldn't want you feeling unjustified in your opinion of me or my behavior.

Camera 1, Camera 2

There are a few things I'd like to point out. Number one, the Wayne's World movies are awesome. You may notice that the last sentence ended with a period instead of a question mark. That's because I consider what I said to be a fact, indisputable, therefore a question mark would be inappropriate. Moving on... I was looking through my dvd portfolio last night and came upon the original Wayne's World. After pointing it out to E (the Wayne's World aficionado), he suggested we go to the movie place down the street to rent the second one so we could partake in a Wayne's World marathon. Obviously I took him up on the suggestion. How anyone my age could not like these movies is beyond me. I see them as a throwback to a simpler time. A time when Aerosmith were seen as gods (rightfully so), and nineties fashion ruled the world.

That brings me to my second topic, nineties fashion. Am I the only person that misses nineties fashion? I loved the ripped jeans/large flannel shirt look. Granted, I was fairly young during most of the nineties and everyone's jeans have holes in them when they're a kid no matter the decade (right?), but god damn it nineties fashion was great! As a child I always imagined myself as a teenager/young adult still wearing the ripped up dirty jeans of the era. If only it was more cool to wear dirty looking clothes today, maybe then I wouldn't have to spend so much money on laundry and I'd be able to afford to eat better.

Which brings me to my final point. Grilled cheese with green peppers on sour dough bread. It's become my favorite thing to eat for a number of reasons. Those being: it's cheap, it's easy, and it prevents E from making fun of me for only eating the cheese off pizzas or Morningstar Farms veggie burgers with BBQ sauce.

God Damn It!

Motherofgod! I drive a cobalt. Yes, a cobalt. Know why I drive a cobalt? Because like a lot of twenty-one year old full-time students, I'm broke and the Cobalt is reasonably affordable car for someone with a part-time job.

However, the Cobalt starts to become unaffordable to said college student when the rear driver's side tire valve keeps snapping and causing a flat tire! Especially when aforementioned broke college student is also hopeless when it comes to car maintenance. Argh! At least my capable boyfriend has been with me both times it's happened. If not for him I'd probably still be driving around on a flat.

Season 4

Being the loserish couple that we are, E and I woke up early this morning in order to go buy season 4 of The Office before he had to be at work. Besides the obvious reasons for liking this show, E and I have had many good memories involving this particular comedy. We watched the entire first season one lazy Thursday morning after mutually deciding to ditch school in an effort to spend the day together. Also, our first week in Cincinnati was spent doing nothing but sleeping and watching seasons 1-3.

Anyway, so we obviously watch The Office a lot and were more than ready for this new season to be out on dvd. After waking E up at 8:30 this morning and making him hop into the shower, we headed off to Wal-Mart in order to satiate our addiction. Luckily it had already been stocked (don't you hate it when it takes the store a couple of days to put out the merchandise after it's been officially released?) so we were able to get it and be on our way. Guess what we realized when we got home? The set comes with a script from "Dinner Party"! It also seems to have a lot more outtakes than the other seasons have, I suppose in an effort to make up for the lack of episodes caused by the writer's strike. The script and extras are nice and all, but couldn't they have just charged less...?

It's Labor Day!

The fireworks last night were AMAZING, way better than I expected! When I first heard that 500,000 people were expected to show up to our humble city to enjoy the festivities I was a bit skeptical. I mean, Cincinnati? Really? If E and I hadn't made the mistake of moving here, I'm pretty sure there's nothing that could get us visit the city on our own volition. But after watching the show I can see why people might make the journey up here. And let me tell you, they made the journey...

The city was absolutely packed! We thought about taking the TANK shuttle downtown so we wouldn't have to worry about parking (or the possibility that our catalytic converter would be riped off), but we just weren't ready to head out when the final shuttle leaving for downtown departed at 6. E was making Chinese and we were still debating about whether or not we even wanted to watch the fireworks on the Cincinnati side of the river. Everything ended up working out for the best though; we found out about Devou Park in Covington and decided to head out there around seven.

The ride to Covington was absolutely crazy; since we live on the east side we ended up having to hit pretty much all of the major roads in the city to get to the park. People were backed up all over the place, and like any other time there's traffic, people were being completely ridiculous. Some jacket in front of us on 471 decided to leave the rest of traffic by exiting on an ENTRANCE ramp... Do people not realize they're just going to cause more traffic for everyone else when they cause an accident? Oh well. At least E was driving because, although he was thoroughly confused by people's driving behavior, we did manage to get there in one piece. If I had been driving my anger probably would have gotten us killed. Luckily, I was not driving. Instead, I kept myself occupied trying to count just how many boats were on the river. A lot...

When we finally got to Devou Park we realized that we had picked the perfect place. We found parking almost right away and quickly noticed that the people around us were mostly families and probably wouldn't be causing too many problems. The view was amazing and the park was just pleasant all around. There was really only one negative aspect of the night, and it happened with E went to use the porta-potty... Now, I wasn't there, but the way he tells it, everyone in line was using the system where they try to get in and out as quickly as possible, so they weren't locking the door when they went in. So, when E went in he didn't lock the door thinking that everyone understood the system. Well, while he was taking care of things some dude opens the door. Luckily no one could see anything, but still. E said he was just going to let it go, but when he left the bathroom the guy who opened the door on him had the audacity to say something about him not locking the door. E looked around, saw that no one else had their doors locked and proceeded to ask the guy why he hadn't opened those doors. He said girls were using those... What I'd like to know is, why did this guy know who was in each of the facilities, and if he knew that the door he was opening had a guy in it, why would that make him want to open it? I don't know, but E was quite annoyed by the time he rejoined me at the blanket.

The fireworks started around 9pm. Like I said, they were spectacular! Unfortunately, my camera died right before the actual fireworks were about to start. The only pictures I ended up getting were a couple pictures of these "fireballs" they set off. Oh well, I still enjoyed everything. When the fireworks ended E and I were expecting that it would take us a few hours to get out of the park and back home, but were pleasantly surprised when we slipped right out of our parking spot and made it home in about twenty minutes! If we're still in Cincinnati next year at this time we're definitely going back to Devou Park for the fireworks. Best location ever! There's not much going on today. E had to work so I'm just sitting around trying to convince myself to do homework. I wish there were fireworks to look forward to everyday...