The big 2-0
In a little over a month, I will be turning 20. 20? What's that? apparently it's an age after 19, indicating the end of your teenage years. i'm not too familiar with it but supposedly there is a whole decade of your 20's, such as 23, 25, and so on in that fashion. Anyway, i'm a tad concerned about my impending birthday seeing as how i am in no way ready to leave behind the idea that i am, and forever will be, a teenager. the fact that i still look like i'm 16 and that my behavior mimics that of an 11 year old doesn't help too much. but i guess i'll have to eventually face the fact that i'll soon join the ranks of fellow 20'ers, such as my roommates and...uh...other people.
Anyway, if i want people to believe that i have lived for two decades, then i decided i should probably try to lose some of my immature habits and replace them with more age-appropriate ones. For one, i'm going to try to stop incorporating "like" and "um" in between every other word. instead, i'll be replacing them with annoying nicknames for everyone, like "champ" and "sport". I will also start wearing brightly colored jumpsuits and walking around with a cane. I'll be the hippest 20-year-old ever, ain't that right, champ?
In addition, I'll also try to cut back on the girlish giggles i've been known for. My giggling has been known to force everyone within a 15-foot radius to run in fear. "what is that high-pitched noise i'm hearing? surely it can only be the mating call of some exotic bird" people have been heard to say. if ever my giggling has caused you to cringe or wince in any way, i apologize. when i turn 20, i'll try to reform my fits of giggling into hearty guffaws, which i heard old people are fond of. haw haw haw, that's how i'll laugh from now on, so watch out for that.
i can't think of anything else i could possibly change, although i'm sure there is much more. i guess turning 20 isn't really a big deal, but it's a little comforting knowing that 21 is so close, mocking you. I know plenty of people over 20 and they've all survived so i shouldn't be too worried. If ever i get too freaked out, i can just remind myself that it could be worse...i could be turning....30!
Anyway, if i want people to believe that i have lived for two decades, then i decided i should probably try to lose some of my immature habits and replace them with more age-appropriate ones. For one, i'm going to try to stop incorporating "like" and "um" in between every other word. instead, i'll be replacing them with annoying nicknames for everyone, like "champ" and "sport". I will also start wearing brightly colored jumpsuits and walking around with a cane. I'll be the hippest 20-year-old ever, ain't that right, champ?
In addition, I'll also try to cut back on the girlish giggles i've been known for. My giggling has been known to force everyone within a 15-foot radius to run in fear. "what is that high-pitched noise i'm hearing? surely it can only be the mating call of some exotic bird" people have been heard to say. if ever my giggling has caused you to cringe or wince in any way, i apologize. when i turn 20, i'll try to reform my fits of giggling into hearty guffaws, which i heard old people are fond of. haw haw haw, that's how i'll laugh from now on, so watch out for that.
i can't think of anything else i could possibly change, although i'm sure there is much more. i guess turning 20 isn't really a big deal, but it's a little comforting knowing that 21 is so close, mocking you. I know plenty of people over 20 and they've all survived so i shouldn't be too worried. If ever i get too freaked out, i can just remind myself that it could be worse...i could be turning....30!