i'm no teenage hipster
i'm eighteen now. as of, say, two weeks ago.
everyone says they don't feel older on their birthdays. but me, i feel a lot older. like i've aged five years instead of one. that would make me... twenty-three? well anyway, i've felt much older for awhile. not my age. young at heart, but a lot more mature than most teenagers. maybe i just don't like the word "teenager". maybe i'm just throwing myself off, a whole lot.
perhaps.
i leave for college in three weeks, give or take.
this means a lot of republicans, very little music, a lot of journalism classes (yes!), a lot of non-sleeping, a lot of gross alcohol, four more years of the "high school".
gosh, i hated high school politics.
i may have a freelance position at the Spokesman-Review. everyone cross their fingers and toes and eyes and whatever else you feel inclined to cross, say a couple of rosaries, and wish me luck.
what else is new?
i'm sort of lonely in the romantic area. issue, per se. nonexistent issue is probably better terminology. i keep saying, no, no relationships. nothing. you have plenty of wonderful guy friends; taylor and steven and nick and aaron and the davids and etcetera. see, no need for a relationship. focus on your life ahead of you. you're only eighteen. yada yada yada. my head and heart are on two totally different tracks right now. they need to resolve their issues. like, now would be convenient.
i kind of don't want to leave home. i'm really going to miss everyone.
grrrrrrrr, time for bed.
everyone says they don't feel older on their birthdays. but me, i feel a lot older. like i've aged five years instead of one. that would make me... twenty-three? well anyway, i've felt much older for awhile. not my age. young at heart, but a lot more mature than most teenagers. maybe i just don't like the word "teenager". maybe i'm just throwing myself off, a whole lot.
perhaps.
i leave for college in three weeks, give or take.
this means a lot of republicans, very little music, a lot of journalism classes (yes!), a lot of non-sleeping, a lot of gross alcohol, four more years of the "high school".
gosh, i hated high school politics.
i may have a freelance position at the Spokesman-Review. everyone cross their fingers and toes and eyes and whatever else you feel inclined to cross, say a couple of rosaries, and wish me luck.
what else is new?
i'm sort of lonely in the romantic area. issue, per se. nonexistent issue is probably better terminology. i keep saying, no, no relationships. nothing. you have plenty of wonderful guy friends; taylor and steven and nick and aaron and the davids and etcetera. see, no need for a relationship. focus on your life ahead of you. you're only eighteen. yada yada yada. my head and heart are on two totally different tracks right now. they need to resolve their issues. like, now would be convenient.
i kind of don't want to leave home. i'm really going to miss everyone.
grrrrrrrr, time for bed.