saltytom

I'm 21 years old today. Its pretty cool, I feel this birthday more then the last couple. Had a good day too, my family came up to visit and we had some good times. Tried my first drink, a black Russian. It was awesome, both the drink and the fact that the bartender didnt card me. My dad had to say it was my birthday before he was like, "oh, I should of carded you! Its just the beard and all." I wonder how long I ago I could have started drinking. Beards are awesome. Did you know that the naming of the side facial hair as Sideburns comes from a Civil War general. Good stuff. Also had sushi and saki, both superb. It was alot of fun. Also notic

My friend Chelsea is dead. My mind is all over the place right now. I think I need to write this, for myself mostly. Someone I know, someone ive split a plate of sushi with, someone ive hugged, is dead. She's the first person my age i've known to die. Thats what is getting me the most. I've lost a few grandparents, but none that I was really close with. I thought us young people were supposed to live forever.    I thought about her earlier today too, just one of those random train thoughts. My mind drifted to a memory of her then went on to others things. She lived on the east coast, and I have to wonder: When I thought that brief memory,

In about an hour, I'll be 20 years old. Its kind of surreal. Man, is it me has the year went by faster then others? So has life for that matter. Im starting a new project. Basically I'm writing down the few memories I have of kindergarten and preschool and some Elementary school. I figure there has to be some reason why I remember these weird things and have forgotten so many others. For instance, I remember that during my preschool graduation there was a little spider under my plastic chair. Now why do I remember that but I can remember hardly anything else from those years? A lot of the stuff that I remember are the bad things I did as a ki