Officially able to have sex, gamble, and buy cigarettes.
Oof...long time no entry, eh?
It was my 16th birthday on the 17th of March, and I hate to admit it, but I had a pretty nice day. I got a massive (15cm diameter) badge which I wore to school, pinned on to my uniform sweatshirt, which was fun, and then I got presents from my friends and a tuneless "happy birthday to you" from everyone. In the evening, a few people came over, and there was food, and a big cake with strawberries and apricots. My best present was a creative zen micro. Yay mp3 players! Long gone are the days where I had to cart around my ancient brick like walkman. The earbuds in the 'phones really are huge though-they're stretching my earholes beyond repair!
On a weirder note, I found my old diary the other day. I started writing it sometime in 2002, and stopped about 9 months after that. It was such a collection of hormones and well...more hormones. I had a completley different mood for each entry. Infact, sometimes I changed moods in between entries. I like to think I'm a little more balanced now. There was also an entry from last time I'd pulled it out and written what had changed. So I wrote in some more UpDatEZzzZ!!11! and decided to put in an entry after my last exam (June 24th). Technically speaking, since I stopped writing, bad and upsetting things have happened in my life, but I actually feel better than I did when I was just about to turn 13. Stuff is still happening now with my family, and it's breaking my heart, but I feel a lot more connected with myself.
Am I sounding like a 40-something year old hippie, who's just about to enter mid life crisis mode? Ok, I'll stop now.
Talking about my day-today was nice, I went to Covent Garden with my aunt and uncle for lunch. Then to the National Gallery (I hadn't been to an art gallery for years) and we watched a bit of an anti-Iraq war protest in Trafalgar Square. The message behind it was good, but there were a bit too many people my age with peace signs scrawled on their cheeks in biro, wearing tight tshirts and skirts with bells on. Scary.
It was my 16th birthday on the 17th of March, and I hate to admit it, but I had a pretty nice day. I got a massive (15cm diameter) badge which I wore to school, pinned on to my uniform sweatshirt, which was fun, and then I got presents from my friends and a tuneless "happy birthday to you" from everyone. In the evening, a few people came over, and there was food, and a big cake with strawberries and apricots. My best present was a creative zen micro. Yay mp3 players! Long gone are the days where I had to cart around my ancient brick like walkman. The earbuds in the 'phones really are huge though-they're stretching my earholes beyond repair!
On a weirder note, I found my old diary the other day. I started writing it sometime in 2002, and stopped about 9 months after that. It was such a collection of hormones and well...more hormones. I had a completley different mood for each entry. Infact, sometimes I changed moods in between entries. I like to think I'm a little more balanced now. There was also an entry from last time I'd pulled it out and written what had changed. So I wrote in some more UpDatEZzzZ!!11! and decided to put in an entry after my last exam (June 24th). Technically speaking, since I stopped writing, bad and upsetting things have happened in my life, but I actually feel better than I did when I was just about to turn 13. Stuff is still happening now with my family, and it's breaking my heart, but I feel a lot more connected with myself.
Am I sounding like a 40-something year old hippie, who's just about to enter mid life crisis mode? Ok, I'll stop now.
Talking about my day-today was nice, I went to Covent Garden with my aunt and uncle for lunch. Then to the National Gallery (I hadn't been to an art gallery for years) and we watched a bit of an anti-Iraq war protest in Trafalgar Square. The message behind it was good, but there were a bit too many people my age with peace signs scrawled on their cheeks in biro, wearing tight tshirts and skirts with bells on. Scary.
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