I'm pushing 30...

But for the time being I'm still 29. Fuck. That's all I really have to say for now. But I'm old and getting older but I still act like I'm 5 years old. So I guess it's not all bad though because I'm living the dream. I'm just not living my dream because nobody wants to marry a 29 year old ugly dude who acts like a 5 year old. So the women are staying far away from me until I get my act together. Maybe year 29 is the one where this 1,000 piece puzzle finally comes together. Probably not because I'm too busy watching Brewers games and drinking by myself in a darkened room. Oh well. Perhaps I'll accomplish all those things other people do when I'm 30. 30 is the new 20 after all, right? Whatever it may be, I control my own destiny and it's time to stop sitting on my ass thinking about what I can do and just go out into the world and start doing it. If I ever listen to my own advice, 29 will be the best year of my life. If I continue to ignore myself, then 29 will be just like every other year. It's in my hands. Like Allstate motherfucker!

- pookon -

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I'm Pushing 30...

...but I still know how to party!!! Yesterday was my 27th birthday, and my new overused joke is starting to get as old as me. When people ask me how old I am, I tell them I'm pushing 30. It's not that funny, I know. My last overused joke was a whole lot funnier. When people used to ask me what I was going to school for, I'd reply, "About 7 years!!" That one used to bring the house down. I maintain the fact that I still know how to party, but the truth is that I get partied out way faster and take twice as long to recover from it. Case in point - my family and friends too me out to a bar called RC's so I could go for the cheap Milwaukee beer cycle - Schlitz, Blatz, Hamm's and Pabst Blue Ribbon. And they're all just $2 each. What a great world we live in. I had enough beers at that bar, but decided to go out to Houligan's to drink from a boot. A big glass boot. There were 5 of us there, and we did 3 boots. Each boot holds about 2 liters of beer, and at 3 total boots, that's a lot of beer folks! I also did a couple of shots along the way between Houligan's and Vittuchi's, so by the time we got to this Mexican food joint Jalisco's, I was pretty Recked. Heh heh heh. The next morning, I was puking my guts out and stayed in bed until 2:30 pm. Even though I can still drink and party with the kids, I recover from it like a 27 year old. It took me nearly half the day (until around 5 pm) until I started feeling normal again. That's one of the roughest things about getting old. The worst part about it is that I don't usually have that day after to recover, and end up going in to work reeking of booze and looking like shit. Small price to pay for a sweet night on the town. I just have to learn that I am grown up now and have a professional job (and the khaki's and name badge to go with it) and that I can no longer call in sick whenever I want or show up but not do any work. It's rough, but I'm not a kid anymore. I'll always be a big kid and goof around and have fun and shit, but I just have to budget my goofing around time versus my super serious time. I think I can manage, but something inside me tells me that I'm going to screw this one up eventually because I refuse to grow up. So I'm going to keep on partying (it was my birthday, for crying out loud) until I can't party any more. I'm hardcore like that, and I refuse to be old and dumb. It may cost me a couple of years off of my life in the end, but who wants to be old when it sucks to do stuff? I'd rather live it up right now while I'll still mobile. Being old sucks, so I'm gonna rock while I'm still relatively young.

- pookon -

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