The Party Never Ends.

The very topic of this blog is what actually has prevented me from posting anything in the past couple days.

Party hardy.

Yup, that’s what I have been doing instead of blogging.

(Lame excuse, I know…but I’m helping build that trust bridge between us. Honest. Bam.)

I’d like to look at this as a Cause&Effect situation…

Cause: I’m eighteen years old (okay, I was still seventeen at my first party, but that’s a negligible detail) and I have never done anything too wild and crazy. Despite what my parents might think, I have been a fairly hassle-free teenager….most often referred to as a “goodie-goodie.”

Goodie-goodie my ass.

Effect: I’m a crazyass partier. Okay, no.

I’m willing to try something new. Not that I feel so much that I’ve been sheltered from somewhat of a more thrilling, living-on-the-edge sort of deal, but just that…I’m ready for a change. Or at least a break of some sort. High school has ended and college hasn’t started yet, so what time could be more perfect than now to experience a little bit of the world, right?

*footnote: The university that I’ll be attending come fall is as well known for its quality of education as for it’s social life. Yup, the courses are pretty damn great, but the parties kick ass. Can you blame me for wanting to build up some tolerance? Ha.

So…yup. Phew. Done.