Jul 15, 2008 23:25
I believe I was born around 3am, so it's not long until my teenage years end. Now, while most people I've spoken to seem to be nonplussed by this event, I am freaking out something awful over here. As far as I'm concerned, twenty is where you stop growing up and you start getting older. I know twenty isn't old, but let's face it: it's all downhill from here (apart from the cost of car insurance, yay). I should just accept it because I obviously can't do anything about it, but if I did that then I just wouldn't be my good illogical self now would I?
Got quite a busy day ahead of me tomorrow. First of all, there's the usual birthday-ness at home -- my mum will be all chirpy and my dad will call from Plymouth to say he's sorry he can't be here; then I'll be off to my grandparents' house to see them and probably have a few dozen cups of tea in the space of an hour; next it's Port Glasgow to meet up with Jay during his lunch break; back into Greenock so I can go see Loli and the family; and finally back to mine with her to go out for dinner with my mum. To be honest, I'm not looking forward to the last part. I know Loli doesn't really want to go and frankly, neither do I. I'd rather have some kind of big gathering, but my family don't really do that sort of thing and I feel like the day will come to a depressing anti-climax. I can't really say no, though, because I spent my whole last birthday with Loli's family.
I really miss a lot of people and I hate that I won't see them tomorrow, or any time soon.