justnick's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Leave it to a girl to take the fun out of sex discrimination BGM: "Happy Birthday" - The Beatles--or Weird Al Yankovic, that works too. They say it's your birthday. It's my birthday too, yeah. They say it's your birthday. We're gonna have a good time. I'm glad it's your birthday. Happy birthday to you. I tell you, John Lennon was a genious. Heh. Not one of his more monolithic works, I suppose. Killer guitar riff, though. So, as you may have guessed, it's that time of year again. Nick's birthday has come. This Thursday, that's July 17th in case you aren't close to a calendar, is my birthday. Please feel free to send cash/naked photos (not you, Alex). So on this most festive of occasions, let us jump headlong into a retrospective of Nick being 18. Nick's birthday celebration, 2002. Nick didn't pay a cent, and managed to get really hammered three days in a row. He then passed out on St John's Road until 5am, which really should have gotten him at least maimed, now that I think about it. Birthday gift from The forces that be, I suppose. Let's skip ahead to just before the school semester. Nick manages to get three different girls three nights in a row, and ensues to be quite proud of himself. Just thought I'd mention it. About a month afterwards, Nick decides his womanising days are over. He later regrets it and then all too late realises he's lost his ability to not care what anyone thought. Also known as Mojo. Little Later, Nick starts his semester, fails it, starts a new one, fails that, and gets himself expelled. w00t. Who knew being a rebel/idiot/anti-conformist/anarchist/lazy asshole (pick one) was so easy. Backtracking a little to winter brake, Nick throws an amazing New Year's party, which was reviewed by Steve Corcoran as "Seriously man, the best party I've ever been to." And then his parents actually applaud the good job he did cleaning up. Go team. A little before, Nick goes to 737, makes fun of a bouncer, and gets the ooze beaten out of him. Hilarity ensues. Back in whenever Canadian Idol was in town, Nick accompanies Ginny to that, at 5am, and stays there waiting for 13 hours, most of them spent alone. Day after that, Nick accidentaly farts in front of Ginny, and proceeds to turn a deep shade of red. "Oops. That was supposed to be quieter than it was." were my exact words, I believe. Somewhere in the spring, Nick goes 6 months without smoking a joint, so decides he's allowed to start smoking weed casually again, much to Mark Donatelli's relief. Oh, and there was a whole bunch of crap with girls, and writing songs, and drinking, and getting a job and all that. Whatever. And a pinch to grow an inch. Not that I need it. Excelsior. 9:01 p.m. - 2003-07-15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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