Current mood:	cranky
Current music:	Cranberries

Disappointment.
Fucking A.

Another reason why I cannot wait to flee to Europe: the drinking age. Of course, I'll be 21 by the time I graduate, thus making this argument irrelevant, but the principle remains: the Europeans have it right. Really, what is the point of having the drinking age be 21? It's not like on your last night of being 20, you're an irresponsible delinquent, and then when the clock strikes midnight you're a responsible member of society.

How did this argument come to be? I was rejected from two bars. I have a real ID; it's not mine, but its genuine through and through, only the height is 5'5. Anybody who knows me knows that I can't even clear five feet. Not that I was rejected, but bouncers have a thrill out of completely humiliating you. I was with Meghan and her friend, and ended up telling them to go without me, as I was the weakest link. I came up to my apartment in tears. I didn't want to drink that bad, but nobody likes that experience of being turned away from a bar,walking away feeling slightly exposed and vulnerable to the world.

It kills me that in December, when I was in Europe, I could drink to my heart's content -- and I didn't end up murdering someone, or causing a heinous crime. I feel horrible for people who come FROM Europe who are under 21 and end up not being able to drink when their OWN GOVERNMENT allows them to drink. I remember when I was in Europe, I wanted to spit in an officials face and say "See,THEY trust me".

This country is so backwards. I really don't know how we're the most powerful. Respected, not at all. Powerful, absolutely. Now I'm going to sulk on the futon until I get a joint going,at which point I will laugh at this entire situation.

This is a promise,though: I'm never going to NYC bars on a Saturday night until I am 21. It was stupid of me, being that I can go any other night and won't have to face intimidating bouncers that guard the places as if they are God's hangout.

While I'm complaining about age, one more rant. I HATE how people assume I'm 14. Today, when I was buying cigarettes I decided to not have my ID out like I always do (I'm used to them asking at this point). This guy not only rolls his eyes, but actually looks at me and says "Pleaaase" as if to say "I know you're 14 years old, like I'm going to fall for that." Usually, I don't mind because I have an ID, but the rudeness is not needed, and I'm starting to get sick of people looking and treating me like I'm a baby. Ever since I got the dreads, my supposed age has lowered and lowered, which is weird because I've never known a 14 year old to have dreads...I'm getting really fed up with this.