18th Birthday

Someone actually commented on my blog. Thank you, person.

I am an “adult” now. I can buy cigarettes, rifles, and shotguns. Of course, I have no use for any of that, so it doesn’t change much. I had fun at my birthday party. The brave among us (me and one other person) had whipped cream beards sprayed on. They didn’t stay very long. We had a contest to see who could spray the most whipped cream onto a spoon before it fell off. Laura M. had a pretty good technique – as soon as it looks like it’s going to fall off, spray a ridiculous amount on before it hits the paper towels on the floor. She won.

We talked, were crazy in general, listened to Grits and “The Hamster Dance” ( http://www.webhamster.com ), and watched movies (Iron Man, and Spiderman).

Mom surprised me with a store-bought cake. She wanted me to have a professionally-decorated one for my 18th birthday. It was fun, even though homemade ones taste better (it did taste good, though). Here’s a picture:

Have an amazing rest of your life.

- WM