Oh Christ
I'm old before my time. I just took my cousin to the park, and people thought I was her mum. I looked at the charts in the paper the other day out of curiosity, and realised i didn't recognise A SINGLE THING. I read the newspaper. And have done for as long as I can remember. I've started to read the financial section. I get upset if I miss Prime Ministers questions, and cheer like the old men when someone gets one up on someone else.
I'm addicted to tea. I let an "ooooh" escape my lips when offered a cup the other day. I dread accompanying my boyfriend to gigs because all the other bands are "noise", I have to stand up and hate being out past 10. God forbid I should actually move...
I get mistaken for my mum on the phone. I get mistaken for my mum when I'm out. I'm currently wearing one of my mum's handmedown bras. It's half past five, and I'm already thinking about bed. I'm having a good long moan and thinking nothing of it.
I bitch about girls with bare midriffs and exposed thongs with my mum, and believe I had a good discussion with her about socks the other day. Thick woolen ones. I nag my boyfriend and little brother about wrapping up warm before going out. I have seriously considered investing in some thermal underwear.
I lament the poor spelling, grammar and lack of vocabulary of my friends. I'd rather have a nice meal than go to the pub. At family parties I gravitate towards the oldest people there, and talk about glasses (the optical kind). I can barely see a few feet ahead of me. I'm sure I'll think of more later.

I'm 17.
( useful_idiot, Thu 28 Oct 2004, 17:40, Reply)