I am no longer a child.

I could smoke cigarettes! I could watch porn! I could go a strip club! I could get a tattoo! I could gamble! I could go out in the middle of the night! I could buy a gun! I could go to jail!
Too bad I'm not planning on doing any of those things any time soon.
Can you rent R-rated movies before you're 18? With the many different methods (legal and illegal) of watching movies online nowadays, is it really an issue anymore?


This was probably not the best choice of image, but it seemed relevant. As far as I can tell (not that I did extensive research) it is not, in fact, a porn film.

Of course, I will [probably] vote in the next election. I will, someday, get a debit card. I can get into more concerts than I could before. I could do jury duty, join the military, get married. There's a lot of cool things I couldn't do before. I may not get them done while I'm still 18 (in fact, this being me, it's very unlikely) but I will eventually do most of them.

I kind of don't feel ready to not be a kid anymore. Maybe I'll wait until I'm 20 to be an adult, after all.

I'm sick, addicted gotta get my fix

I have completely, irrevocably become a total mysterygoogle.com junkie. This was spawned in part by my pre-existing addiction to mylifeisaverage.com, and the recent Mystery Google trend flourishing therein. To clarify: Mysterygoogle.com is a website where you can enter a search term, but instead of receiving results for that term, you get the previous person's result. At first, this meant people typing in really random things for other people to find (chocolate fish, purple ermine, other random combinations of words) but thanks to MLIA and the attitude of the people who contribute to and read it, it's become a vehicle for social interaction. People post "missions" for the next person, many of which involve texting, calling, or emailing someone to sing/tell them a story/chat. I've been putting my phone number and email into it with various missions but so far have only received one email. I've also been fulfilling other peoples' missions with few replies. It's rather disheartening...but still addictive. And, of course, an absolute waste of time. Most things I love are a waste of time, of course.
I created my presentation for lab animal class (due last week, though fortunately there wasn't enough time for all of us to present them, which I anticipated; I procrastinate, but I always make the deadline in the end. I admit I cut it a bit close this time). I was going to reward myself by working on my complete joke of a NaNoWriMo novel (382 words by the 23rd of the month. Somehow, I'm thinking I won't make it to 50,000 at this rate), but instead I ended up on MLIA and Mystery Google. At the same time.
Oops.
I've got to extricate myself from their clutches and go to bed.