oh, college. so, i'm 21 now. november 10th, that glorious day, has passed, and i can get my drank on. i am still yet to go to the bar (legally). i keep making plans to, but then get too drunk off whatever i've bought at state liquors before i get the chance to actually go. but oh well. i've had too much god damn work to really find a proper time anyhow. plus, few of my friends are 21, so there's a limited group of people with which i can/ would like to go. recently discovered juicy campus. it's a terrible thing, but beautiful at the same time. i searched myself and was sufficiently pleased to find me listed under "most intriguing individual" and "nice people." makes me feel good. but then i see where other people are getting ripped apart for this and that, and that sucks. because if and when they find that, it's going to make them feel really, really bad. i've decided never to look at it again; i'm happy with the current "juicy status" etched into my mind. i can't wait for thanksgiving break. i really do love my family. i really need to clean my room. it's completely trashed right now. smells a little funky. blech. last night kara and i got high and drove around worcester as we so often do, and we listened to frank sinatra, as i'd just gotten a new sinatra album and it's all i've been able to listen to. kara brought up an interesting point. "if you were frank sinatra, would you ever have thought that in sixty years, college girls would be driving around smoking pot and listening to your music?" no. no, i never would have thought that. oh, the mysteries of the world.