Twenty.

I stared at the clock at 11:59, waiting and waiting to see the moment it turned to 12:00. When it did, my entire body jolted, my heart skipped a beat. I actually felt myself age.

It’s a very strange feeling; knowing I am so old yet feeling no difference to my personality. I know I felt that moment when I left behind being a teenager, and I know I am slowly starting to feel the difference, I just don’t think I want to accept it. If I take the time to mature now, I don’t know who I’ll be.

I like someone really badly. I want him to like me back.

I want to do well in school right now. Writing this, of course, is hindering my reading. It’s my birthday and the only two classes I have today are both tests, and I’m not prepared for either one of them.

Writing has taken the back burner for me lately and I’m not okay with that. Perhaps I need to make more time for it, which I’ll try to do. A major factor in doing this will be curring down on the amount of procrastinating I do.

I’m 20 now, and sitting here in the UC which is unnaturally busy for so early on a monday morning I’m starting to feel different.

My friends are the best. My best friends and my MUN friends and I all went to dinner at Jungle Jims on Saturday, and it was such a good time. I haven’t laughed so hard in a while. Then, my best friends and I all went glow bowling, which was equally as fun.

I feel a little bad because I haven’t done anythign with my Clarenville friends, and didn’t invite them to the dinner and bowling because it would have been too many people, but perhaps I’ll order in food tonight for my roommate and I.

A major reason I am ending the post here is because the lineup at treats is completely empty.

For my birthday I got the equivalent of 6 volumes of Fushigi Yuugi and 4 volumes of Fruits Basket and I nearly cried when I got them like when I got the Robert Pattinson movies.