Suicide sodas (or I'm not 21 yet)

I think I should get back to my roots. So I'll talk about my original inspiration to blog. Or at least I think it was. Anywho, went to Circle K yesterday and bought a thirst buster of Pepsi and Squirt and a dash of Dew and Sprite (roughly 90% and 6% and 2% and 2%, respectively) so it wasn't my most provocative but it was dee-licious.

Then at the register, the cashier was asking me if I wanted a pack of cigarettes or a lottery ticket, which I thought was really cool mind you, but I had to tell her (she was like mid-20's) that I wasn't 21, which is the legal gambling age in our state. Then she was like, what, how old are you? And I said 17 and she tilted her head in the most acute bizarre way. BUt I paid for my non-alcoholic drink and then left. Mind you I had on a UA cap and my grey fuzzy sweatshirt on.

So do I look that old? I know sometimes, sometimes I can be a little mature, and then again last week I was jumping in the puddles so that's up to you. But do I look older than I am? I guess that's what I'm getting to.

Again, I would like to remind any prospective people that I am looking for someone for this year's prom. Please apply. PLEASE!