Hey people,
This month I will no longer be a teenager. I will officially become twenty years old. That irritating age where nothing happens at all, except that I will be one year closer to that landmark of an age of twenty-one. I'll actually be able to go out to bars and clubs and socialize. Hell drinking is so expensive and over-rated that I'd probably only spend my money on the girl's anyway instead of myself... Well that's what I usually end up doing anyway. Damn capitalism and it's necessity for money. It's an addictive form of life. Everything would be so much easier if I just won Powerball. I could do everything that I wanted. Money can indeed buy happiness to an extent. You just have to be careful with it, and not allow yourself to become too infatuated with it and be careful of others who already have become so.
Speaking of money, tonight was my last night at Chili's. Actually last Saturday was my last night at Chili's, apparently I wasn't supposed to come in at all tonight. However, the new hostess came down with mono (or so she claims) and will be out for at least a week. So they were short-handed so they actually needed my help there anyway. It's nice to be around familar faces... It's too bad everyone didn't tip me out like James did. If they did, I'd still be working there. I'd be making like $20 an hour. Which is what I should have been making, but everyone was a cheapass. But then again, I never put much effort into bussing either. I took my time purposely. But then again when I busted my ass they tipped me out exactly the same.
On a completely different subject, I went out on a date with a girl last night. I took her to the Great Lost Bear and while the meal was only so-so for me, she seemed to really like the food. She's a freak for spicy things apparently, which is good because I really want to take her out to Margarita's. I love Mexican food and since Danielle has decided to stop seeing me, I don't have anyone else to really eat out with and really enjoy Mexican. That is, if a second date does occur. The night kind of felt awkward. I mean there weren't really any awkward moments, but there really wasn't any kind of spark. It felt like two friends going out. This girl is gorgeous though, I think it may have somewhat intimidated me. I'm used to going out with girls who are 7.5's. This girl is at least an 8.5, and if I see her again I'll probably think she's a 9. I think if I can put in more keno and actually go back to her house (or her sister's as the situation has it), then I'll feel much more comfortable and things will go far better. But we'll see how the Green Day concert goes with whichever date I bring. I've offered the ticket to two different girls who both have readily accepted, but I'm waiting on the girl who I really want to go with... just because I know if I go with her, I'll have a place to stay down in Boston and basically a guarantee that I'll get laid. One of the back-up dates definitely wouldn't be any lesser of a girl to go with, considering she actually lives fairly close to me and she's really into me. Plus she's 21 which is a big plus in it's own right. I've never gone out with someone older than me...
-Dan, d.h.cookson@gmail.com
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