Phil, Innit.

I turn 20, two weeks today.

I am old, and for the first time in a long time, I actually am starting to feel it. I feel like I’m somehow managing to turn 20 without really being a teenager, I guess, but that’s by the by.

I’m kinda nervous for my actual birthday. I get the feeling that it’s going to be just another day, for like, everyone. Maybe it’s terribly immature of me, but I always like my birthdays to be special, I always feel like out of 365 days, everyone’s entitled to one, and I like mine to be special. It’s tough this year to juggle everything around that time period though, with exams, and then the difficulty this year that I need to actually travel to see my mum for my birthday, which I know she doesn’t seem too pleased about. I dunno, I just want everyone to be happy, and nice for the day. That’s all really.

Also last years was shit, but we don’t talk about that anymore. No more making amends.

This is roughly how I feel right now.

Things currently irritating me.

1. Coursework
2. The constant typos I am making due to not being able to type with the index finger of my right hand.
3. The pain in my right hand.
4. Not having enough desk space for the 70 bazillion books I need for this essay.
5. People who think they can sing when they CAN’T (appropriate reaction image1.)

 

6. The folder that is to my right constantly scratching my arm

7. Urban sociology and how I have no desire to write this essay.

8. The fact it’s my birthday in 3 weeks exactly and I’m not one bit excited, instead, for the first time ever, I’m not looking forward to it.

9. The fact that coursework/revision makes me eat shit.

10. The fact that I haven’t been to the gym in a while and can’t think of any spare time in which I could go.

That is all.