I've decided today that seventeen is the suckiest age to be ever.
No, I'm not waiting excitedly to get the fuck out of my damn house. In fact, I quite like my parents. What I dislike, is that I'm three months (!) away from being 18, and I still keep getting treated like some fully dependent retard. Like, I made a doctor's appointment for Wednesday for my fucked up throat, that I'm gonna have to change on Monday because my parents just so happen to be out of town that day. My parents don't do ANYTHING, how the fuck was I supposed to know that, right?
Man, it just reminded me of how annoying the last six months or so has been, trying to freaking prove that when I turn 18 I'll be able to take care of myself and everybody just being like "but you're supposed to act like some retarded pre-teen until you turn 18 and then we expect you to do everything and think for yourself and all that crap."
Okay, The Boy need to show up. I'm supposed to hang out at his place tonight with some of his friends and I'm a total pain in the ass so like if he doesn't show up in twenty minutes I'm just gonna go over there and then slap him with a tuna when he's like, "Oh, yeah ... I was supposed to stop by your house ..." Though it could be my fault he's taking so long anyway ... seeing as how I was just so comfy it made him wanna sleep in until like one and he had stuffs to do anyway. Heh, whoops.
Friday, August 10, 2007
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buzzin' around blog explosion and i found your site. i like the way you write. you sound like my best friend Party Gurl.
17 was by far my least-favorite year so far. I never want to relive that time again. When I was about 12 or 13, everyone around me would talk about how it was the hardest age to be. I don't think so. 17, and that feeling of powerlessness was you are caught between the world of children and adults, was just numbing.
Anyway, enjoy not being responsible for yourself. Self-sufficiency isn't always as fun as it sounds :)
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