Growing Up

Unfortunately, I no longer have a host of teachers, the admin staff plus the school headmaster/mistress to force me to do what is necessary.

Which, okay, kind of sucks.

I mean, no one should HAVE to tell me to get my drivers licence. Most kids are running amok trying to get it as early as they can.
I on the other hand, seem to be a tad too lazy to just get on with it. And I'm going to turn 18 in a week, the age when I SHOULD be driving myself around already...
But never mind, I'll get there.

Eventually.

Then there's work. I really am not the kind of person who will be happy standing at the counter the whole day. As a responsible adult, I should be busy serving customers and looking like a happy individual, and honing my skills in the office politics and gossip department.

Who'm I kidding?? I can't stand there and serve 200 people a day...it's simply not the most invigorating thing to be doing. And trying to make myself look interesting to my colleagues is pretty much almost a wate of my time. Especially since I doubt I'll stay all that long.
Okay, so I know I should be patient, sitting back and just...waiting for my life to be-
Ohmigosh, what crap am I SPOUTING? I can't believe I'm even thinking this to myself. I should be out there...either telling people what to do or to be told what to do.
I think I prefer the former. Grrr, grow up, grow up, grow up

-gin, seeing as uni is but a month away!

That's the other bit. Melbourne Melbourne Melbourne.
But mum wants Perth. Well not wants. Prefers. And I want Melbourne. Which is so much better mind you. That arts course is to die for.
Or, in my case, move for.

Who's the one going to university anyway, don't I get to choose, regardless???

Okay, yeah, so I've got to grow up. Out with the old, and on with the new. I'm almost 18 for crying out loud!

Crap, I don't even drink. How in the world am I supposed to socialise with a new generation of slobbering idiots who can't string two words together without mentioning 'crunk' or 'drunk' in one of them. Although some are nice. The intelligent ones are my friends. =)

...New experiences, new places to go...

What'm I talking about, I've already been to more places than a centenerian has in their entire life...

I should be excited about 2009. I AM excited about 2009.

I just wish I could cope with it much better.

Mishy <3