As of 3 and a half hours ago, I turned 20.

Yeah, on the 3rd of June, it's my birthday. Hooray for (kind) living in the future.

I just got back from the night on the town (another hooray for having a drinking limit of 18 years), and boy, am I so totally gone. It's taking me so much effort just to type straight. I've lost track of how many times I've had to correct myself, even though it doesn't seem like it.

But yeah, my birthday hasn't been as great as I thought it would be. For starters, I have several assignments due in for my university class. One of my good friends just broke up with his girlfriend of 2/3 years. Another one of my good friends didn't have any money to go out with me and my other friends. Only me and one other friend of mine was actually drinking, and even then he couldn't drink that much because he had university assignments.

And so now I'm home, after having 7 shots, and 9 drinks. That's way more then I usually have. I usually only just have drinks, and that's bourbons, by the way. I am completely out of it, and am trying my best to type this, lolz.

I think it's working.

Anyway, going back to my original point: It's my birthday, and that means I'm another year older.

But, lolz, that sure as heck doesn't mean I'm more mature.