Twenty-teen?
I think a livejournal pre-birthday post(hah) is in order. This will be my third pre-birthday entry. I am going to be 20 in less than an hour. I will no longer be a teenager in less than an hour.
It is pretty scary.
I miss my mom; I was born on her birthday and I am absolutely remiss knowing that I will not see her tomorrow morning and wish her a happy birthday. She usually makes me pancakes with chocolate chips on my birthday.
I am so fucking scared; I know that I will wake up tomorrow and everything will be the same, but I can't shake this daunting feeling. Maybe it is because this is my first birthday away from home. Maybe it is because I am turning 20.
I don't know.
I feel like I should be doing something right now. I need to go to a movie theater and loiter in front of it until my mom comes to pick me up. I need to make another fort in Joe's house. I need to take the bus to the beach with Desiree and Tawna. I need one more teenage hoorah.
I was a pretty cool teenager despite thinking I was sooo punk rock that that I had to wear spiked bracelets and Vans with starred pink laces. I kissed too many boys and I said, "rocks my socks." I stole things and snuck into an abandoned movie theater and bowling alley. I spent a large portion of teenagedom on a beach.
Remembering all of that made me feel pretty good. I had great teen years. I did good.
Goodbye teenage Marlesse. You were awesome.
Hello immature adult Marlesse, I'm sure you will be even better and, hopefully, even more adventurous.
It is pretty scary.
I miss my mom; I was born on her birthday and I am absolutely remiss knowing that I will not see her tomorrow morning and wish her a happy birthday. She usually makes me pancakes with chocolate chips on my birthday.
I am so fucking scared; I know that I will wake up tomorrow and everything will be the same, but I can't shake this daunting feeling. Maybe it is because this is my first birthday away from home. Maybe it is because I am turning 20.
I don't know.
I feel like I should be doing something right now. I need to go to a movie theater and loiter in front of it until my mom comes to pick me up. I need to make another fort in Joe's house. I need to take the bus to the beach with Desiree and Tawna. I need one more teenage hoorah.
I was a pretty cool teenager despite thinking I was sooo punk rock that that I had to wear spiked bracelets and Vans with starred pink laces. I kissed too many boys and I said, "rocks my socks." I stole things and snuck into an abandoned movie theater and bowling alley. I spent a large portion of teenagedom on a beach.
Remembering all of that made me feel pretty good. I had great teen years. I did good.
Goodbye teenage Marlesse. You were awesome.
Hello immature adult Marlesse, I'm sure you will be even better and, hopefully, even more adventurous.