Oh the woes of turning 20! No longer will I see the days of juice boxes, peanut butter sandwiches, grade school math, piggy backs, 24-hour video game tournaments, mud fights, or constantly nagging adults for the fun of it. Oh the pain! Okay. I’ll shut up. Turning 20 was no big deal, but it did make me realize something. I’m probably a fifth of the way into my life. That has certainly put things into a new perspective. A fifth doesn’t seem like such a long time. With modern medicine and taking organs from my clones I should live to see the turn of the next century. Granted, I will have to give up my stunt driving license and my heavy whiskey addiction… but, hey! According to a vibrantly coloured map on Wikipedia, Canadians are expected to live longer than their U.S. neighbors. Makes sense: The air is cleaner, people are less violent when it’s -40 degrees Celsius, Canadian beer keeps our blood nice and thin and bears, beavers and geese are our friends working together in harmony.
Taking all of that into consideration, I should live to see 2100. Or at least the beginning of December 2012. :r
Oh, also: For anyone keeping tabs on me and stalking my every waking moment (and sometimes my sleepy ones too) this is my first blog entry in about a year. Any wagers on how long I’ll last this time? Stay tuned!
The first in about a year? Had you waited one day it would have been exactly a year.
Something a friend of mine said when he turned 20 can be translated pretty good: he said he’d never get out of the ‘ty’ (zone, area, ..) again. (Where ‘ty’ is twenty, thirty, fourty, etc.)
I drink 6 cups of tea a day and walk everywhere I go. I hope I get outta the ‘ty zone’. :O
140 years old would be nice.
I’m twenty-four and I still nag adults for the fun of it. A piggy-back ride wouldn’t go a miss either. xD
Also, December 2012. My place for my last ever birthday party the same month? See you there!