A heart is not judged by how much you love

( The Wonderful Wizard of Oz )

Four days into my 22nd year of living, I can safely say that being 21 is pretty much the same as being 20. With the exception that I'm suddenly allowed by the state to drink alcohol. Which doesn't really change anything for me, seeing how I'm a very moderate drinker. But I guess it's the thought that counts. And the fact that my friends insisted on getting me drunk in the evening. Had a nice hangover for most of Saturday... Found out that vodka is no friend of mine.

I've found out that dogs and egg yolks don't mix. Gizmo found it out around the same time I did. Then we both experienced how hard it is to wash egg yolks out of fur. He might be shorthaired, but still..! Mum took the opportunity to put his bathrobe on once he was somewhat dried off.

( We even took a picture )

Gizmo in all his glory. He doesn't really mind the bathrobe, but it's usually only mum who makes him wear it.

Last night, I hung out with a couple of friends, playing Playstation and stuff. Mike killed zombies in Dead Rising and then suddenly there was a evil freaking clown with chainsaws. I had to leave the room. Ugh, clowns.

Who else thinks that Never Gonna Give You Up was originally a song Rick Astley wrote for his girlfriend when he proposed to her? Alternatively as a wedding song.

On another note, I've finally moved back home again. They tell me they've fixed the water leak and that my room is habitable, so I believe them.

Oh, oh great. The upstairs neighbours had a water leak and it's spread down to our apartment. To the ceiling of my room, to be precise. Gotta love old apartment buildings. Now I have to go stay with a friend until we can get it fixed, and god knows when that happens. The landlord isn't exactly speedy with repairs around here. Mum suggested I'd fix it - I said I'm a mechanic, not a plumber.

Man, I really need to get a place of my own. Without leaky pipes.