My first post written as a "man"

In case you didn’t catch my oh so subtle hint yesterday was my 18th birthday. Meaning that I am now 18, and in some people’s opinion, a man. And so to fulfill my manly obligations I will, for once, answer a question. My good Aussie buddy (or should I say “mate”? I’m not good with this Aussie lingo) Lisa asked on what three continents was my birthday an international holiday, and whether she should get the day off work. And my answers are, the three continents that I have received birthday greetings from, and therefore celebrated it in some small way are North America, Europe and Australia! So that means if you live on one of those three continents than yesterday not only should you have had the day off work, you also should have had parades in the streets, and large posters saying “world’s coolest teenager now world’s coolest MAN!!” and articles in the paper about how manly I am, and how good looking and…you get the picture. If none of those things happened I suggest you sue for billions of dollars. Or trillions, depends on how much you love me. Which I know is a lot. So anyway, my real reason for blogging now is so that anyone coming to look at my blog on my birthday will read this extremely manly post rather than my post about the effect of music with lots of bass on the female body. Which I thought was really funny, but caused one of my female friends (who I leave unnamed so she doesn’t even more mad) to splutter something about how that’s not why she goes to clubs, and the idea of bass having any such effect being absolutely absurd. Excuses, excuses. I know the truth.

Anyway, I’m sure you’re all dying to know what I did to celebrate my passage into manliness. Well it was quite simple really. Our bard made a huge bonfire, the Tan n’Righ, and I stripped of all my clothes and walked around him in three sunwise circles so the people could see I had no blemish and then through the right of the king fire he proclaimed me king. Not really, but it worked for Llew in Stephen Lawhead’s “The Silver Hand” for me we had a big party with pizza and soda and games. Tons of people came and I got tons of cool stuff (some highlights being a language teaching computer game from Eero and Vesse to help me learn Estonian, a gift card for Lasering, music store, from Kristi, Michael and Keit, and some extraordinarily comfy Bob the Builder socks from my sister) and one very cool surprise present was my friend Anton came! I haven’t seen him in forever. I was very happy. And selling the X-box finally payed off. Using the X-box money I had bought an N64 and I had great fun playing 007:Golden Eye with Anneli, Keit and Eero. Which was fun because when playing video games with friends you get some great quotes, my favorite was when playing Star Wars:Battlefront 2 with my friend Anneli and she had used up all her ammo she jumped off a building saying “Life just isn’t worth it without a gun!” and yesterday playing 007 Keit kept saying “I love killing! This is my favorite game!” so that made me very happy.

And now, in the words of Alice Cooper, “I’m eighteen and I like it!” I’m quite happy being 18. Now I can do fun things like…sing Alice Cooper’s “I’m eighteen” song. Other than that there’s not much else I want to do. I could smoke while getting drunk and looking at porn. But why kill my lungs, liver and mind when I could do fun things like hang out with my friends? Let me sidetrack for a minute. Being a celibate Christian guy is just a good thing. Period. But it can make life more fun too. A while ago I was with some friends and I was telling them how on the way over I had walked past a store where the employees were busy dressing the female mannequins. But since I like to march around town eyes front, face forward like some sort of rebel on a mission I hadn’t seen this until almost right next to the window I saw out of the corner of my eye a woman getting dressed. Out of pure shock I almost tripped and turned on my heel to see a female employee holding back laughter at the shocked look on my face as I stared at the mannequin she’d just finished putting a bra on. I winked at her and the mannequin and went on my way, relieved that it was only a mannequin. When I told this little anecdote my more hedonistic non-Christian friend was shocked. Why would I not want it to be a naked woman? Wouldn’t it have been extremely exciting to see a naked chick in a street side window? So I said what I always say. I’m gay! Unfortunately this word has picked up other meanings but when I use it I mean happy. So it works well for me in that sense.

Anyway, I sidetracked, but I don’t think I had anything more to say really. Well one thing. I was thinking of using blogger adsense to make a little money, but then I realized something. My blog is above being a money making tool. And besides those adds are ugly, and they show up right at the top of you blog! Ewe! Anyway, I’m done now. Cya!