I love the nightlife baby.

It's been a while since i've written a blog...and I havn't even realised. I've been so busy being an adult I forgot how to express myself. Not really, but it has been a while. Well as you might have guessed, I have turned eighteen. Ah the wonders of being legal. Opens youths to adulthood and nightlife over night, showing them the true colours of a city in all its glory. Now your eighteen you can go out with older friends who have been asking you to come out with them for months. No wondering if your going to get in or not with your dodgy fake ID. No asking parents to buy you alcopops or friends for ciggies. Your on your own now, the world is yours...Now that were over that excitement let me point out something i've come to realise. If I was to go to a typical club of any sort i guarantee you 99% of people there are looking to get into someones pants...

And I know you say "Oh but that's what you do when people go out. Thats the point of going out, to pick up..." Ummm Am I the only one who just wants to dance? Really? Because it bloody seems like it. And you know what, I dont have a problem with 99% in pants theory...it would just be nice though if for once I could go out and not be surrounded by males who love nothing more then being sexist and drunk. You know what, even better, I love drunk guys who dance next to you so closely so when you turn and around they take it for 'i like that'...I don't like that. And sure there are those girls out there *cough* slappers *cough* who enjoy those boys attention. They love the attention and hype one makes for a dancing twig with D sized boobs and fake hair extentions. Lets not stop at that, lets pick on the profuse amount of sleezy guys who hit on the crying drunk girls...now thats tops. You cannot beat the classiness of a crying drunk who is being carried by her best friend while holding a glass of PP in the other hand. You just can't beat it.

Now in the defence of the mature minded adults who do party while drinking responsibly, I have a great amount of respect. I am a non-drinking partier who enjoys nothing more then joining my drunks friends for a night on the town. As I walk into a club on the outside lays a very young girl, off her tits and legs parting ever so slightly. Now is it just me...or is that precisely the perfect target for a sexual predator? Anyone? No? I really, really, really hope that girl has been picked up. I sort looked then laughed at the comment the girl said next to me. "Oh my god. Thats me...in year 10." I don't know why I laughed but I think maybe it was because the joke itself made me realise how much of our lives we waist on getting waisted.

Why do we persist on getting so drunk we don't remember the night before? Do we want to forget what we have done? Or get so hammered you don't remember how you got that bruise on your leg? What about getting so drunk you throw up your mums spagetti and wake up with hot sweats and cold feet? Why do we give ourselves hangovers and spend our whole pay on making ourselves ill? Is this fun? Does it get you a trophy or a prize? All I see is a couple of underaged 16 yr olds with a key. A key to a world that maybe needs to be thrown away for a couple more years, just until a guy learns to keep his junk in his pants. Hey, maybe if your lucky you might even get laid...

...Thats if you remember.