I feel SO old. Last night Cali asked me if I wanted to hung out. Our plans took us to John's pizzeria, this hole in the wall restaurant that's located beneath a bar where we ate chicken pizza (yummy) and to Corey, a former waitress' apartment. It was really fun being with Cali and we had deep discussions and sang along to her "ghetto" mix. But once we were at Corey's apartment I felt SO out of place. There was only six eighteen year olds living in a disgustingly dirty tiny apartment, drinking and smoking. And I'm sitting on the sheet covered couch thinking to myself my gosh I've been there and done that when I was this age. Do I really want to do it all over? Nope. I was such an old lady. I finished my warm wine cooler, no room in the refrigerator, and left at one. I'll be happy when I have my neat little house where I can go to bed early and drink tea instead of beer and where not everthing will smell like stale cigarette smoke and cat pee. Sometimes I feel forty inside.