21 Year Old Guilt

Comments are working again! The mess of html and php that allows the link entries to be formatted differently than a regular entry created some major headaches, but I eventually got them sorted out.

Break continues to go well. After waking up at around two most days, I generally beat a level of Zelda (I limit myself to one a day), have dinner, spend family time, then hang out online waiting for my family to go to bed (see: now). Afterwards, Katie and I have been known to make a trek out to the grocery store/gas station/fridge in my garage and pick up a couple of six packs, then come home to The Daily Show, movies, Wii, etc.

Two nights ago, after two beers, we realized we would need more and made a quick run up to Speedway. As we pulled up outside, there was a police car in the parking lot. I went inside, got a six pack of Heineken Lights from the cooler in the back, and brought them up front where the police officer was chatting with the attendant. As I set it on the counter, I felt so inexplicably guilty. The woman asked for my ID, I slid my brand new one over, she swiped it, I paid, and I went on my way. It’s so strange than I’ll be at least 21 for the rest of my life.

Anyway, this has definitely been the most relaxing time home I’ve had since college started. What a relief; I was truly dreading it while in Spain.