As my birthday approaches, I feel the ever so slight push of adulthood edging near. In exactly a year and 13 days i'll be 18. I'll be finally legal to drink, something i have been doing for the past nearly 2 years now :p The age of consent manages to baffle me beyond belief, See why would anyone ever want to get married at the age of 16 (or younger in some perverted places) i mean i'm 16 right now and not even at one point in my life have I ever loved someone enough to do anything for them, let alone commit myself forever (well they say forever). I feel marriage and love nowadays is greatly ruined by people who's "adult" relationships only last for as long as what my 2nd year "relationships" lasted. (Now I don't even know if your can call it a relationship, more of stupid mistakes) ha! Now as I get older I see that every relationship i have had has been more just experience getting me ready for "the one" but right now it's very hard to see the future that there ever will be a "one" for me, but i'm pretty content on there not being so far, as I have farnan and sorcs my lesbian companions. On the contrasting side of the argument Charlotte's famous quote from sex and the city seems to keep popping into my head "I've been dating since I was 15. I'm exhausted! Where is he?" ( and yes I am sad enough to know this off by heart, sex and the city LOYAL) Now the only difference between us is that i'm a good 20 years younger than her and i've been as they call "dating" since i was 13. So in my own words "I've been dating since I was 13. I'm frickin bored! Go and hurry the fuck up kwam?" I'll give it a good couple of months before i seriously start to worry that i'm going to end up either an Escort,prostitute,woman with many many cats or a lesbian. Anyways before I get too carried away by a man, or before i get too excited about turning 18, Whats most important now is that i'll be 17 in 13 days, and the age old tradition of a Claire and Lauren joint birthday party is in order, only this time it will be at my dads house, (fingers crossed, as he is the type of man who thinks underage drinkers are the "scum of Scotland") The anual routine of shitting ourselfs about what if people fuck up the house, what if people cause drama (yes your all thinking what im thinking), weather people will enjoy themselves and most importantly WHAT WILL WE WEAR?! Of course for every party you need a new outfit, or atleast one people won't recognize that you've worn before. For my 16th i spent, god about a good month looking for the right dress, only to wear it for a TOTAL DISASTER of a night, I mean seriously if you were there, you know exactly how BAD it was! People threw up everywhere, they created so much DRAMA and all in all the birthday girls had such a shit night it wasn't even worth considering another one. I don't know about Claire, but I cried myself to sleep and in the morning had to clean up cold sick for about an hour (thanks for that rhys!) LOL Well my essential message to my friends is, You fuck up our 17th, you get fucked up!
Got it? ;)
Friday, 9 April 2010
Monday, 5 April 2010
Taxi
I am writing this drunk... Surprise Surprise .
Recently I have ridden a many number of taxis, unlike the amount of bloody camels i did not ride in Egypt, but that is besides the point. Anyways the basic routine is i get in, i sit down, i make small talk with the driver, pay and then leave at my arrived destination. Not once do I put my seat belt on, but when i get in a car with someone i know, say my mum, my immediate reaction is to put my seat belt on. Now i do not understand as to why I trust a total stranger not to kill me, but not a loved one. I also don't understand the outrageous prices i have to pay to get anywhere. I mean i can easily spend £20 in one night to get from dunfermline back to my house, how ridiculous is that, and the fact as soon as you get in the taxi they are already charging you, when you haven't even gone anywhere, i personally think all taxi drivers should be shouted at by a shoutable person!
Now my drunkness doesn't allow my brain too really flow anymore moaning into this thing so thats about all i have to say, sorry for my lack of interestingness and for using "ness" twice in the same sentance.
I promise the next one will be better, i'm thinking pornstars, as they seem to be a speciality of mine.
Recently I have ridden a many number of taxis, unlike the amount of bloody camels i did not ride in Egypt, but that is besides the point. Anyways the basic routine is i get in, i sit down, i make small talk with the driver, pay and then leave at my arrived destination. Not once do I put my seat belt on, but when i get in a car with someone i know, say my mum, my immediate reaction is to put my seat belt on. Now i do not understand as to why I trust a total stranger not to kill me, but not a loved one. I also don't understand the outrageous prices i have to pay to get anywhere. I mean i can easily spend £20 in one night to get from dunfermline back to my house, how ridiculous is that, and the fact as soon as you get in the taxi they are already charging you, when you haven't even gone anywhere, i personally think all taxi drivers should be shouted at by a shoutable person!
Now my drunkness doesn't allow my brain too really flow anymore moaning into this thing so thats about all i have to say, sorry for my lack of interestingness and for using "ness" twice in the same sentance.
I promise the next one will be better, i'm thinking pornstars, as they seem to be a speciality of mine.
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