Now I'm not bitchin' here but honestly I have to know, why do people think I'm in my damn 30's? Is it because I address strangers as "Ma'am" and "Sir", is it because I wear my shirts tucked, or is it the stache and beard? It's just strange when I go to a bar and a woman asks how old I am and I say 21 (very soon to be 22) and her jaw drops as she goes on to say "I could have sworn you were between 29 and 32!", as she giggles to cover up the akwardness of the moment. Then I proceed to ask her how old she is and the response is usually between the ages of 25-30, with 26 or 27 being the most common answer I receive. Now I think it's kind of funny in a sense but I would just like to know what's going on here, I don't have a problem with it or older women by any means mind you. It's just something that I've been thinking about lately is all.

It has been one month since alcohol last touched my tounge. I miss it so much, so, so much. Not to the point where I'm shaking and begging for some, but damn I could use a beer right now. Especialy when my profile got fucked with last weekend. Maybe I'm growing up or maybe I just don't "need" it as much as I used to but I am goin' partyin' next weekend so I'm gonna pop one, maybe six open. But hell I've gone this long before and only done it once a month or so, so I guess I am not an alcoholic afterall. So to the dorm counslers that caught me at the bar a few weeks back and I told you I was not a problem drinker, fuck you! I really am excited for next weekend, I'm gonna see if my tolerance is still up there or not.

Now I love my New York Giants, always have and always will. But I am a huge Brett Favre fan, and I can't wait to see him get revenge on Packers GM Ted Thompson and Aaron Rodgers for stabing him in the back last year. So for now Giants in the Superbowl, and Vikings sweep the Packers in their two yearly division games.