Here’s a picture of me with a dopey smile deciding on how to cut my hair. Today I went to the pub I’ve been walking past for the last thirteen or so years for the first time, and had a cheeky drink for my friend’s eighteenth.
I am kind of scared of turning eighteen in a couple of months. I have virtually no idea what I’m going to do to commemorate such a momentous occasion…unless a general election is called and then I’ll get really excited about the fact that I can vote. That would be pretty cool. D-Cam, that can be your present to me, please. I’m sure you can wangle it, you slippery bastard.
EDIT: I’ve just had another thought. One of my first boyfriends turns 20 today. That’s weird. I think I’ll always think of him as a teenager.
