I will be eighteen on the fifteenth.

Like others, we were taught panton in temperantia. My dad bought wine coolers, say, on New Years and there would be four in a box to be split up amongst four (Or two, at times).

Last year, I was bad bad bad. I drank quite a bit. I got sick once and, then, I got sick again. That was also the last time I've gotten drunk. It was because I wasn't really aware of my limits and trying different drinks.

Oh, I do still have the once in a while sour apple Smirnoffs. Those are *SO* freakin tasty.