09.07.04
12:45 a.m.
denouement
Well, my birthday has come and gone, and I’m considered 25 now.It’s hard to say. Hi, I’m Julie. I’m 25. Though it’s not much different than 24. I don’t know why this seems so hard, but it does.
On Saturday, I spent time with my family. My Aunt, my cousin and I all have birthdays the first week of September. The 3rd, the 6th and the 4th respectively, so we usually spend the weekend together.
It wasn’t as horrible as I had imagined it to be. Everyone there agreed that turning 25 was the most challenging year for them. It seems to hold mysterious powers to induce self-doubt and depression. At least I’m not the only one.
After the family time, I went out with Jackie to a local bar and we drank our sorrows away. I had many an offer for free drinks, and took them all. I haven’t been that drunk in quite awhile, and I’m still feeling it two days later.
I was beating guys off with a stick, it was quite odd. I came home with 4 scraps of paper with various names and numbers on them, too bad I can’t remember who they are. Apparently I also gave out my number, because I’ve gotten two calls from guys I don’t know. The names on the answering machine don’t match the names on the scraps of paper. I’ll just ignore both. Eventually, like everything else I ignore, they’ll go away.
I’m surviving on seven hours of sleep in the past three days. I’m going to go pass out now. Then maybe I’ll get to add six more to that number.
