So I am 19 years old today. I am now completely legal in Canada. Woo freakin' hoo. I guess this is something that brings benefits, but as my feelings of late have not been all that wondrous, it seems like absolutely nothing to me right now. Maybe when I am able to go to the liquor store this afternoon and actually purchase something, I will feel more my age.

I hope they ID me just so that I can whip out the legal proof. Ah, what a wonderful feeling that will be. No more waiting after friends whose birthdays fall in spring; those who gloat as they strut up the LCBO checkout line. It is me now, me! Mu ha ha ha! I can do it all by myself this time, no help.

I guess the $80 my Nana gave me yesterday will suffice in the almighty trip to the liquor store. *sigh* I can't believe that I am getting this excited over alcohol. I guess my life is hated enough at this point; alcohol will help take the pain away for a while. I know it cannot get rid of what lies underneath, but it certainly can mask it for a while.

It is time to go and Jiu-Jitsu some ass this morning. Actually, it will probably be me having my ass Jiu-Jitsued, but that is okay. I am learning, right?