"I was welcomed with open arms..."

Gah, it's great being 21! Although I should not bully people younger than me. And patronise them. Or doing flying kicks to their heads for being so young. Saying that though, times do fly. Three years ago, I was invited to a BPWP ('birthday party with parents') by my friend Eva. I met a few characters there and just chit chatted, and some of them were just really young! So today, I go back to the same place, and I meet the same people I met three years before. Has anything changed? Not really - only one of them is going to Canada (aka Little America) to get away from England and some of the younguns have passed their driving test.

So, what does this mean? Nothing really. The ironic thing with me is - I hate change, but I dislike people who don't change. I don't mean a heavy amount of change like, "I went to Thailand to get a sex change" or "I got married and had seven kids. Came shooting out like a log flute." But I mean, the kids were still kinda immature, even though they were reaching 18. Ok, yes, people don't mature as quick as some other do (I sure didn't), but I think I'm at that stage where I wanna hear people talk about where they went travelling or what's making their lives busy now. Me thinks I've grown up a lot now.

In other news. I swear my time back home is the time I will actually a) hit a car or b) hit a person with the car. As I'm driving along today, lost as I am on the roads, this black guy runs toward my car flailing his arms like a bird taking its first flight into the air, while I'm thinking I have a body stuck in my grill. So I had to swerve round the fucker, then drive on. Thinking I had lost him, as I had lost myself on the roads, I turned into a petrol station and walked in to grab some directions. Unfortunately, on my way in I happened to see the same black guy stopping other cars, and I made the mistake of making eye contact with him. So the guy comes into the petrol station asking me to drive him to the train station and he would give me money.

At this point, I'm thinking I'm not getting out of here alive. The guy behind the counter told me to go read some map to get sense of the directions, and the black guy just followed me. He got frustrated at one point and demanded to look at the map to help me get out of there and to the party. But I still refused to drive him. Offering me £5 whole pounds to drive him, I asked him to get a taxi. But he said he lied and had no money. Luckily I ignored him enough for him to go outside and harass other people. He came back in again to harass me and some other guy, who helped me out of the petrol station...Thank fuck. The black guy ended up back on the road again hailing down cars with his bird wings.

It's been a rather crazy day. Tomorrow, London to do some research.