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You know, it's kind of weird. Last year around my birthday, I kept thinking of myself at 19. I was terrified to turn 20. I angsted about it and didn't want to dwell on it.
This year, I keep automatically giving my age as 21 and then having to remind myself that no, that's not actually for two more months.
Also, my desire to buy alcohol seems to be inversely proportional to the amount of time I have left before I can do it.
This year, I keep automatically giving my age as 21 and then having to remind myself that no, that's not actually for two more months.
Also, my desire to buy alcohol seems to be inversely proportional to the amount of time I have left before I can do it.
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I've never felt my age. I either feel much younger, or much older; never how I'm supposed to feel...whatever that is.
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I turn 23 in two weeks. Yikes. ::starts writing up birthday list::
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I used to always be the youngest in all my classes at school, then at university, because I skipped a year at kindergarten (my mother taught me to read very early). Then I spent a whole year trying to change campus (yay for college bureaucracy), and when I finally managed it, I found out I wasn't the youngest anymore. I have classmates who are 19. It made me feel ashamed for some reason.
Anyway, sometimes I have to do some math to remember my own age. I love getting presents on my birthday, but the "wow, you're an adult now!" drivel is something I could live without.
And I hate alcohol. Can't swallow beer, hate the aftertaste of wine. I've yet to find any alcoholic beverage that appeals to me, which may be a good thing - I'll never have to deal with hangovers.
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