february already

my brother turned 19 over the weekend, which is a subtle reminder to self that only one month separates me from my 21st birthday. nooooo. once it happens, i don't know what i'll do. i've spent the past eight years hoping that Peter Pan would find me and take me to that mermaid lagoon. i don't like the thought of growing up because there won't be excuses for foolishess to fall back on. imitating cartoon characters? juvenile. extravagant spending on books and holidays? irresponsibile. commit a crime? won't be tried in court as a minor anymore! <-- this actually scares me. like what if i accidentally drop a bottle of moisturiser out the window and hurt someone? manslaughter charges would be that much harsher.

umm but apart from that, life is splendid. this is going to sound stupid, but i just really love being young. we have everything before us, and nothing to hold us back (yet).