Why isn't there a female version of "For He's A Jolly Good Fellow"? Again, the sexist bitches.

OMFG! I'm 16.

I've been telling people that I wasn't looking forward to turning 16, so here are my reasons why:
1. Being 16 means that people expect you to be mature. As we all know I have trouble with growing up. I wish I could be a little kid forever. I want to be able to be immature without being stared at.
2. Half of the fun of drinking is knowing that you're not actually supposed to. Besides, most of my friends are younger than I am --the next 4 or 5 months are going to be hell. "Can you get me a drink?" Damnit.
3. From now on, every time that I'm on my bike and the weather sucks, I'll be thinking "Why don't I have a scooter?" or "If I lived in the US I could be driving my own car now." Bummer.

Of course, this is just me being a pessimist again. I don't really think that much will change.

Two years ago, after a few months of RLW, I could pretty much predict what somebody would say if it was someone else's birthday.
"Happy Birthday!"
"Thanks."
"What did you get?" -->1
"Blablabla."
"Are you going to celebrate it?" -->2
"Yeah.. big party."
"Am I invited?" -->3
"..."
Those are apparently the three most important questions a person could ask. I'm glad I haven't had to answer any of these questions more than once. (And before anybody else asks --no, I'm not having a party. I'm not like that...)

So far my birthday has been better than I expected. I woke up, and received a few Facebook e-mails with Happy Birthday wall posts, and also just normal e-mails from friends over the world that still remember me. I felt loved <3.>dma. Yummeh. Went out with Mom to buy a cake after lunch, and also bought some desperately needed new socks and a shirt. All I need now is new shoes. I think I might actually want to get those ballerina shoes that I hated last year. O__o.

Friday night was le fun. Concert (I sorta missed the emo-invasion though.. and what were all those 40-year-olds doing there?), nice weather, pizzas, and jumping over poles. We are cool. I love that photo we took. It was so much fun. XD

Anyway, I've finally signed up for camp. I'm glad one of our (that would be Nienke, Stephanie & myself) ideas are actually being carried out. I'm looking forward to it.. I think it'll be a lot of fun. I just hope there won't be any kids from school.

Oh my god there's a little kid on a tricycle outside. IN A DIAPER.

Alrighty. Time to do the list, and then I'm off to get my homework done so that when our family's arrived I can just chill with them without worries.

I am... 16. An oldie.
I feel... old.
I will... die soon.
I love... being young.
I hate... being mature
I want... to be a little kid with no responsibilities or worries.
I need... a youth potion.
The reader... is annoyed with me for writing such a crap list. And for that reason... I'm going to change it.

I am... happy =)
I feel... stinky/sweaty. It's warm and I should have turned on the airconditioning.
I will... not be slaveboy and get everyone's beer or cigarettes the next few months. BUY YOUR OWN. (Not that I expect many people to ask me... Whatever.)
I love... being praised. Albeit virtual praising.
I hate... the huge fly on my wall. It's big. And hairy. Le yuck.
I want... to go to Bowling For Soup so badly! Why come on a Wednesday?! I'm sooo bummed I can't go. Maybe even more than FOB --and that says something.
I need... water. *Leaves*
The reader... is thinking "this is still a shitty list." Well screw you. I can't do good lists.