Ah, growing up...

Mood: wonderful!
Music: Tool - 10,000 days

You know you're blossoming into a mature and delightful young adult when you show up to your own art show half-drunk, as I did this past Wednesday evening.
The show was from seven to nine at The Boathouse, and my dad had bought me half a liter of Austrailian wine at dinner to celebrate my getting into University*. I wasn't paying too much attention, (as is a common practice of winos), but over the course of the meal I ended up polishing off nearly the whole thing by myself. Consequently, by the time we reached The Boathouse, the majority of my efforts were directed towards attempting not to trip over such tricky things as sentences, or my own two feet.
Generally, I was a success, though it did not occour to me at the time to perhaps curb my enthusiasm just slightly as most of my interactions went somewhat like this:

Art Teacher: [casually] "So, what do you think" (of the art show)?
Me: [as if talking to a partially deaf, mentally retarded two-year old] "Yeaaah! I LIKE it -- Oh, I think it's realllly great!!"

Because in retrospect, I think I must have sounded a bit silly.

Ta Da!

* I've been accepted into the Trent-Queen's Concurrent Education program, bitches!! YEAH! That means I can officially take my name off the suicide watch list, as I will not be having to relocate way the hell out to Sudbury to live amongst miners and cows. ...Yay!