It’s happening….the teenagepocalypse.
I woke up the other day and realised that I have ONE more year of my entire life left as a teenager. One more year until I have no excuse not to be an independent, fully functional, self-sustaining adult.
I have exactly 330 days to do the stupidest shit possible before I turn 20 and I can no longer get away with it.
I CANT HANDLE THE PRESSURE!
To plunge me even further into crisis, I woke up the other day to the news that a girl in my year at school has just gotten engaged.
I don’t even have a boyfriend.
…Or a job…
OR ANY FUCKING MONEY.
What is my life?
Quick someone send me a university bucket list…
…and a life coach…
…and some vodka.
*Curls up in foetal position*
P.S. Am I really the only one who doesn’t know what the hell they’re doing with their life? Help me feel better, tell me about your life crisis in the comments below!
So if you read my Quarter Life Crisis post, where I had a mini mental breakdown, you’ll know that I was really hating the course that I was on an my uni wasn’t letting me transfer…
Well I’ve spent the majority of my waking hours over the past two weeks running around campus like a crazed psychopath trying to persuade *cough* beg *cough* the department to allow just one more person onto the history course.
I was getting nowhere and I eventually reached the point where I wanted to simultaneously cry, punch someone, stuff my face with chocolate and not get out of bed….so I did the thing that every intelligent, adult, independent woman would do…
…I called my mummy…
Uuughh I know, I know.
But guess who’s now going to be doing English and History with Spanish?!
*Party poppers* *Fireworks*
Right…I’ll just be in the corner celebrating….alone…
Actually I don’t know why I’m even writing this post…after all the insane running about I’ve done, I’ve had to sit and wait for the last three days for the head of the department to come back and sign my form… only then can I ‘officially’ transfer…I’ve probably just jinxed it…
P.S. I’m really hoping I’m going to love history after all of this, keep your fingers crossed for me people! If I don’t I may as well just give up now.
P.P.S. I feel like I haven’t done one of these for ages…I’ve had anti-postsciptitis…it’s the stress…
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I was absolutely bloody convinced I was not going to get into university this year. I’d filled my mum in with plans A, B, C, D, E and F and I’d prepared a note on my iPad with all the possible clearing vacancies and numbers.
Turns out I did get in.
Now I’m at university, like actually full on moved in at uni.
Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.
I feel like I’ve been whipped up in a tornado and dropped into an Oz where people say “man” unironically like 70s hippies, have feminist debates over the dinner table, drink excessively (and I mean excessively) and have sex…like a lot…and publicly.
I’m guessing that my friendship group really was quite tame at secondary school as I never really felt particularly conservative until now. Especially as the people I’m living with are proper party animals.
My nineteenth birthday night consisted of mixer-less pre-drinks, dancing at clubs with themes of blackout, foam, cheesy music and UV, respectively, more alcohol, and carrying my flat mate home.
…Oh and feeling like shit the next morning.