Typical. I would have about 348957894 homework assignments and test to do the weekend of my birthday. It’s funny that I complain about that because I don’t even really care about my birthday. I’m not a big drinker. So turning 21, is just like any other birthday. The only person who I want to care about my birthday is my boyfriend. So hopefully, it’ll be a good day. I am curious though to try a drink or so. But I can’t stand beer. It’s disgusting and gross. But my dad has been politely asking me to try his wine that he makes. LOL Just kidding! He’s only been trying to shove it down my throat since I’ve been ten! He’s Italian! There is a picture of him taking a shot with his family when he was only twelve! Twelve! And he’s not even an alcoholic. But I have seen him pretty much drink a whole bottle of wine in one sitting down the shore. But he wasn’t even drunk or sloppy. He was a little goofy. But that’s it. I guess when you start drinking at twelve; you can hold a lot of alcohol. I think I will be more of a wine person. Except the kind my dad makes. It’s so nasty and strong. I don’t know how he drinks it! He told me that Caberniet is “like drinking grape juice. But it makes you happy.” Hahaha. He always says the funniest things. Can’t wait to start experimenting all the different types of alcohol with my boyfriend. Maybe we’ll start by drinking old, cheap bottles of wine. Shit talk and up all night. Saying things we haven’t for a while.
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