Tuesday, May 18, 2004

I hate my town

And it's weird because I feel like there was a time when I truly thought it was a great little Suburb of Chicago to drink heavily in and generally act like a complete fool.

But I've figured it out. Arlington Heights is a great place to raise a family and an even better place to be a lanky awkward high school student driving around with your buddies in a hand me down sport utility vehicle, waiting for that weekend where your parents go out of town, to invite half your school over, drinking 30 packs of old styles or skol vodka in a plastic bottle till the sun comes up only to get grounded for a month when your parents find the beer that your buddy hit in the crisper at bottom of the fridge, when you were positive the place was spotless and you had found and removed any evidence that an underage drinking celebration had in fact taken place.

Then you return back to that same town after 4 years of college

and realize that you are 23.

You take a look around the bars and you realize that all you see are bunch of twenty-somethings who don't have their act together and are just leeching off their parents, which I've been doing for more than a year now. Yeah I'm saving alot of money by working full-time and staying with my folks, but is it really worth it?

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm moving.