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It's annoying being sixteen. You can legally have sex, buy cigarattes, and ride a lawn-mower, but you not supposed to can't drink, you can't vote, and you have to pay an arm and a leg for train fares despite being in fulltime education. Student card things? What student card things? :|
There are three reasons I can't wait to be eighteen. The first is that I will be in university wherever, doing whatever, and that means Away From Here. Not that Here is a bad place, but sometimes I long for the days when I was over There... I miss our old homes, the places, the people I didn't manage to keep in touch with, even the schools. I miss seeing the bird market and the chocolate factory; I miss going for fucking long bike rides on roads as flat as Keira Knightley's chest. And anyway, Here may not be a bad place, but... define good. Here is like Yorkshire; a state of mind, and I am sick of mine. University sounds fun and 'citing and I want it now.
The second reason is because then I will be able to fucking see fucking Russell Brand. His performing at the Hexagon is too close to miss out on, and I spent an hour checking sites yesterday making sure that it's okay for under eighteens to see his show, because it wasn't when he was filming RB's Got Issues, but only the fiteenth site actually said this. £16.50 is not a nice sum to frivolously throw away on tickets to a show you won't be allowed to see.
You can tell I've been watching a lot of him, because I keep swearing. D: Instead of doing homework in my free first thing this morning, I watched Re:Brand, a series of seven/eight half-hour documentaries confronting social taboos like homelessness, belonging to the BNP, having a cross-generational relatioship. It is really quite funny and very thought-provoking at points, but mostly it's just funny. He has a lot of balls.
...All right, this entry is me just being pissy again. :D Needed to vent, did so. I dunno what's wrong with me at the moment, my moods (not mods, thank you for that addition, fingers) have been all over the place like the remains of an exploded firework factory, and they're just as intense. One minute I'm all knackered and pissed off and ready to stab something probably myself, I'm not hardcore enough to be homicidal, the next I'm skipping merrily like some fucking gnome out of Disney. I thought once you were past the age of thirteen you stabilised? Guess not, rawr.
I ramble therefore I am. DesCartes, ladeez and gennelmehn, a-thank you very much.
There are three reasons I can't wait to be eighteen. The first is that I will be in university wherever, doing whatever, and that means Away From Here. Not that Here is a bad place, but sometimes I long for the days when I was over There... I miss our old homes, the places, the people I didn't manage to keep in touch with, even the schools. I miss seeing the bird market and the chocolate factory; I miss going for fucking long bike rides on roads as flat as Keira Knightley's chest. And anyway, Here may not be a bad place, but... define good. Here is like Yorkshire; a state of mind, and I am sick of mine. University sounds fun and 'citing and I want it now.
The second reason is because then I will be able to fucking see fucking Russell Brand. His performing at the Hexagon is too close to miss out on, and I spent an hour checking sites yesterday making sure that it's okay for under eighteens to see his show, because it wasn't when he was filming RB's Got Issues, but only the fiteenth site actually said this. £16.50 is not a nice sum to frivolously throw away on tickets to a show you won't be allowed to see.
You can tell I've been watching a lot of him, because I keep swearing. D: Instead of doing homework in my free first thing this morning, I watched Re:Brand, a series of seven/eight half-hour documentaries confronting social taboos like homelessness, belonging to the BNP, having a cross-generational relatioship. It is really quite funny and very thought-provoking at points, but mostly it's just funny. He has a lot of balls.
...All right, this entry is me just being pissy again. :D Needed to vent, did so. I dunno what's wrong with me at the moment, my moods (not mods, thank you for that addition, fingers) have been all over the place like the remains of an exploded firework factory, and they're just as intense. One minute I'm all knackered and pissed off and ready to stab something probably myself, I'm not hardcore enough to be homicidal, the next I'm skipping merrily like some fucking gnome out of Disney. I thought once you were past the age of thirteen you stabilised? Guess not, rawr.
I ramble therefore I am. DesCartes, ladeez and gennelmehn, a-thank you very much.