I'm really excited to go to university, learn and earn a bachelor of science, but I'm terrified of actually having to walk on that campus, kiss my car goodbye and be a freshman again. I wish I could turn on autopilot and take a year long nap inside my head until 2nd semester when I'll feel like I know what I'm doing. I just know I'm going to have a million panic attacks at first.
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I never have people over at my house because my family are major introverts. It's just my mom, my dad and I. Yesterday I decided to invite my friends and their boyfriends over for a movie night. It was pretty fun, I cleaned the whole house and set up a home theatre. We watched The Room and Shrek 2.
I glanced over once and noticed my one friend's hand moving ever so slightly under the blanket. She was giving her boyfriend a hand job like 3 feet away from me and everyone else. Classy.
It's 2019, which means I'm turning 18 in 3 mere months. I can't stop it, I can't shove the months back, they are like clouds and I am an airplane. Undeterred.
I don't want to! I feel like throwing a temper tantrum like a child. I remember last year I wrote the same thing in my blog about the year 17. I wish I could be 11 again. I wish Call Me Maybe had just been released and Minecraft was cool. I want my family's silver kia spectra back. I want to watch Smosh on YouTube and PewDiePie playing h...