Announcement
Hey, guys? I have to tell you something, which you all already know, but I guess it bears repeating, because it's apparently not obvious to some (most) people:
I am NOT fifteen (15) years old!
Actually, I am years older than that. Five, to be exact. I am twenty (20) years old. Two decades, ten times two, five times four, born in 1987, whatever you like.
Why am I saying this, you ask?
Well, in Gulf View Square Mall, they have a AAA (you know, those car insurance/fix your car if you break down in the middle of the desert/whatever the hell they do people) kiosk. And when you walk by, people call out to you all "OMGZ DO YOU HAVE TRIPLE A??????" and we do, so we always answer "yes". Today a nice man asked my mother, and she said yes, of course, because we do. And then he said, "Well, how about for someone else? The young lady will be driving soon!"
My first thought was, "Wow, how did he know?"
My second thought was, "Waaaaaaaaaaaait a second."
My third thought was, "OH MY GOD HE THINKS I'M NOT EVEN SIXTEEN YEARS OLD WHAT THE HELL?"
My mother's comforting words: "Well, I guess it's because you're short."
Then we continued shopping and all of the shoes were too big and all of the pants were too long, and I was feeling kind of tiny and young and stupid, until we went to the dollar store and some kid asked me to get something down for him, and I felt a little bit better. But not much, because I totally dropped it on him. It was only a ribbon (like for a present) though, but still.
But, dude, I wasn't even wearing kids' clothes. I was wearing a black womens' shirt (one of my mother's, in fact) and womens' jeans, matching shoes, one single strand of tasteful beads (knotted, because that's how I'm wearing them these days) and a single black bangle on each arm. Oh, and adult make-up, too; gray eyeshadow and a hint of brown blush (so children don't run away scared). And a big ol' red pocketbook filled with adult things like mints and hairbrushes and stuff mothers carry around.
Not that I'm complaining, because when I'm thirty I guess it'll be cool to look, uh, twenty, or something. Or... whatever. I don't know.
Anybody else have the same problem? :)
-9:25 PM
I am NOT fifteen (15) years old!
Actually, I am years older than that. Five, to be exact. I am twenty (20) years old. Two decades, ten times two, five times four, born in 1987, whatever you like.
Why am I saying this, you ask?
Well, in Gulf View Square Mall, they have a AAA (you know, those car insurance/fix your car if you break down in the middle of the desert/whatever the hell they do people) kiosk. And when you walk by, people call out to you all "OMGZ DO YOU HAVE TRIPLE A??????" and we do, so we always answer "yes". Today a nice man asked my mother, and she said yes, of course, because we do. And then he said, "Well, how about for someone else? The young lady will be driving soon!"
My first thought was, "Wow, how did he know?"
My second thought was, "Waaaaaaaaaaaait a second."
My third thought was, "OH MY GOD HE THINKS I'M NOT EVEN SIXTEEN YEARS OLD WHAT THE HELL?"
My mother's comforting words: "Well, I guess it's because you're short."
Then we continued shopping and all of the shoes were too big and all of the pants were too long, and I was feeling kind of tiny and young and stupid, until we went to the dollar store and some kid asked me to get something down for him, and I felt a little bit better. But not much, because I totally dropped it on him. It was only a ribbon (like for a present) though, but still.
But, dude, I wasn't even wearing kids' clothes. I was wearing a black womens' shirt (one of my mother's, in fact) and womens' jeans, matching shoes, one single strand of tasteful beads (knotted, because that's how I'm wearing them these days) and a single black bangle on each arm. Oh, and adult make-up, too; gray eyeshadow and a hint of brown blush (so children don't run away scared). And a big ol' red pocketbook filled with adult things like mints and hairbrushes and stuff mothers carry around.
Not that I'm complaining, because when I'm thirty I guess it'll be cool to look, uh, twenty, or something. Or... whatever. I don't know.
Anybody else have the same problem? :)
-9:25 PM