Today is Father's Day, and I very much want to celebrate it with daddy, but he's happily skipping around somewhere in Scotland so I suppose I should not burst his happy bubble. But I will call him later on his newly-acquired UK number so it will still count anyway.
So basically, three months from now I will turn 20 and celebrate my two decades of life. Except I won't be too happy about it.
To me, 20 = one more year before becoming a full-fledged adult = more responsibility = awkward me. I don't look the part, anyway. I still look 17, and no I'm not being delusional. I still haven't achieve my dream height too. WTF.
I'm too young to die but I want the earth to open up and swallow me whole. Too bad I'm not in an earthquake-prone zone. It would have been an exciting way to die if it's not a tragedy to others.
OK I'm letting Geography revision get to me. Can't think straight. Feels like giving everyone in sight a lecture on Global Warming and carbon footprint and Earth Hour. And no the latter does not come out in my Geography exam on Monday.
