The Perfect Ending

Last year during a  game of lap tag being played in the dark, my friend Ashley elbowed me in the face and broke my nose. Which caused me to spend a couple hours in the emergency room and made it so I will never forget my seventeenth birthday party. This year I managed to top that.

Yesterday, I had my eighteenth birthday party and several of my friends stayed the night. This morning I needed to give a couple of my friends rides home and managed to do so without a single incident. On my way home I was enjoying myself, listening to the Grateful Dead and of course singing. When I turned onto the road that leads to my house I saw a patch of road that was really washed out because of all the rain we've been having. I slowed down to roughly 20mph, but apparently that wasn't slow enough. I hit the washed out area my tires caught on some gravel and I lost control of the car.

It was a moment of "SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT!" going through my head. The car went into the ditch, crashed into the embankment and for a millisecond I though it was over. Then the car started to tip to the left leading to more "SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT!" and before I new it I was hanging upside down and had the majority of my Peace Tea dripping down my face while the Grateful Dead continued to play.

Thanks to the wonderful power of adrenaline, I was able to free my left arm from the seat belt and support my body weight on it while I freed myself from the seat belt. Once firmly on the ceiling I opened the car door and stepped out now verbalizing "SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT!" I managed to crash in a place where there are three houses only a few feet away, but not a single person was home in either one of them. If I hadn't been able to free myself, I would have been hanging there for a long ass time. I then managed to run the quarter mile uphill to my house and got my parents.

As of right now, I am quite sore, but I can't tell what is from running a quarter mile, what is from the actual crash, and what is from rock climbing yesterday. The only injury I am certain where it came from is the bruise on my shin that is from me colliding with the corner of the stage during play practice on Friday.

As a final consensus, I think next year I'm not going to have a party because quite frankly I don't want to top this years.

Official Adult

As of yesterday at 2:14pm, I am an official adult.
The original plan was to go out to eat, but thanks to Zeus' undeniable hatred for me, there were flash floods and power outages. Needless to say we didn't go out to eat. Instead we bought Papa Murphy's pizza, went home and baked it. Then I convinced my whole family to watch the dorkiest kid musical I could possibly think of, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

While I can now buy porn, cigarettes and scratch tickets, my money will most likely be spent on completing my Pokemon card collection (I only collect first and second gen. because lets face it all the others suck), or filling my bookshelf with more manga, or heck maybe even buying a few Dr. Seuss books I don't have. Trust me turning eighteen is totally wasted except in my ability to vote, drive as many people as there are seat belts in my car and my ability to stay out past midnight without breaking the law.