A Fullfilled Resolution at Long Last

HERE YE, HERE YE! I do believe this is amongst the first new years resolutions that I have successfully set out to fulfill. hats off to you in 2008, juliet.

Since we're one year closer to floating around with jetpacks (not going to happen due to the impossibility associated with carrying enough fuel..), it is due time that I jump on the information superhighway! Also, if Diablo Cody can become recognized from a blog and go on to write an award worthy film, maybe this is my shot at stardom. Granted, her blog was about the sex industry, but I bet she knows less about jetpacks and/or puppies. (Note: film producers/directors/writers are hereon welcomed to contact me about corporate exploitation which I will, happily, agree to.)

I'm not sure as of yet where this blog will take me, but eventually I will develop some sort of method. (lie.) The first few will probably suck as I'm not used to this whole thing.

That being said, brace yourself for one STELLAR entry about the past few hours of living.

After a quick shower and a trip to pick up my sister from the doldrums known as high school, Dad decided it was again appropriate to bring up another "juliet's lovelife" word jaunt. I don't mind this, as I know people are trying to help, but it seems that at the end of every conversation about it, no matter the participants, I end up with the same pearls of persuasion: "Thats why you should never get married." "I remember my first love, I never got over them." "You might never feel better, but you should really try." "On a scale from 1 to 100, how 'far along' would you say you are emotionally?" "Men will always hurt you, so consider this practice."

Being so young, I have so much to look forward to! Being so young, I decided next to go eat Mexican food with a friend. Whats another ten pounds if I have 40+ years to work it off? Scared of gaining ten pounds, we decided a good idea would be to head to another friends house to play nintendo wii. if anything else, by the end of winter break I am going to have one beautifully sculpted right arm/wrist. (warm?) After a few, consistent, losing rounds of mario party, my friends and I sought out coffee at a local "cafe." To the delight of our inner 16 year olds, there was an open mic happening- complete with braces, parents, and bob dylan songs! Desperately seeking to retain our "adult states" (which is the plural form of "status"- did you know!?) we pulled over at a bar on the way home so two of my friends could run in for a quick beer. Four of us remained in the back seat, too worn out to move. Within 2 minutes the two thrill seekers had returned and jumped quickly into the car. As it turns out, it was a gay bar..

It was then that I realized that I am in fact not young at all, and instead reached my prime years back at the age of 17. 17 was the beginning of the end! Now, at 20, I am washed up and worn out. I lack all creativity and rely on the wii for exercise. No more random adventures from boys we'd meet at open mic nights- nope, its only meeting 30 somethings married (to women, but closetedly gay) men at a local irish pub... if i'm not too tired from wii-ing to get out of the car.

Welcome to my life.