I would sit here and update the world on where I was in the past few months, but you know what.. Somethings are better left unsaid! So I'm going to be all mysterious and leave that be!
I love my life. I love every aspect of it.. University is absolutely great! Though looking back now, I never thought I'd make it this far. In year 11, during my GCSE's, I was so sure I would fail my A-levels and end up in some crappy university. But thankfully, it's far from all of that.
I was thinking earlier.. about my earlier teenage years (gosh I sound like an old woman!). I thought about my first and last prom! It was the typical high school prom that everyone goes through.. The kind where your crush (of the time) is dancing with the most popular girl in school, and inevitably becomes the runner up to prom king or some crap like that! You get all dressed up, spend lots of money on the dress and the ticket.. And have this huge dilemma then of, "who is going to be my chaperone?".. Obviously then your best friend's brother comes to rescue and takes both of you together. Whew. Thankfully you don't look stupid or alone. But once you get there, you realise that it's turning out to be worse than any nightmare you've had. You don't eat a thing, because well.. Eating in front of boys is considered bad, and then they'll think you're fat! And clearly you can't look bored because you have to act like you're sociable so that people don't think you are sad. You see the to-be prom queen walking around, and you so know that she's going to be it. And then your night just fades and after an hour of being there, you come back home, put on your pj's and wonder what in heaven's name took you over for you to attend such an event! Obviously then you call someone who inevitably is waiting for you to call and rant.. And the story goes on.
I laughed my head off at myself.. Thinking about how dramatic that one day in my life was. It wasn't even an important day or anything.. It was the hype surrounding the "PROM" that made it all really "omg-worthy". But it was a good laugh. Thinking about how absolutely stupid and immature my so-called problems were then. Tsk. At least now my problems have matured too.. Yep, they have. They now vary from "oh no, I haven't done an essay that is due in 2 hours.. And is worth the entire course-passing grade" - to - "I'm broke. I'm in double negatives in my account. You'd think it'd make a positive and that I'd have more money.. But no. That's how bad it is." So I'd like to think I've grown up.. You know, a little.
By the way.. I turn 20 this year. Yep. No more "-teen" stuck to the back of my age. I would officially have been around for two decades. Yes, that makes it seem far older than when I just said "20".. tsk. But it's exciting! Soon.. I will be travelling the world (I don't know where that came from..). But anyway, this year is going to be fantastic.
I now go and procrastinate my essay further.
PS - This does NOT mean I'm back for good. Or maybe it does.
