Tomorrow is my 21st birthday. I'm not really looking forward to it. People I really don't like are telling me that "it's about time" this happened, so that we can all go out and get really really drunk together. Oh joy.
I can't imagine what tomorrow will be like. A dinner with my family that will include talks about how I'm now a "grown up", then a pub crawl that will prove just how much of a grown up I am not. There will be drinking until I'm almost CERTAIN that that small tree over there is in fact a cop and we all need to "chill the fuck out." There will be possible puke-age. I'm sure the morning after I will wake up and wonder how I got home, and then decide it really doesn't matter, considering I'll probably have a hangover from hell.
Fun aplenty, I am sure.