'She's like a cat in the dark, and then she is the darkness. She rules her life like a fine skylark and when the sky is starless."

It is the second of March. Time seems to pass so quickly these days. In just under a month ( well, 26 days to be precise), I will officially be an adult. Me. An adult.
When you're 10, the age eighteen seems unattainable. You cannot actually imagine being that old. You watch american teen movies, like Grease, where the 18-year-olds are tall, curvy and big-boobed. When you are older, however, you realise that those "18 year olds" could have practically been grannies( okay, so very young and slutty grannies, but grannies nontheless.) All those movies really do is make you feel a wee bit disappointed when you are nearly 18 and don't look remotely like what Olivia Newton John did.

I also wonder if 18-year-old boys nowadays mature later. I reckon that some of the guys in our year are still waiting for puberty to kick in. When I was in first year the Upper 6th guys were men. There was no question about it. Not only were they about twice my height, but if you looked at one of them from behind, you were able to tell if you were looking at a boy or a girl. With the guys in our year, working out their sex can sometimes be a challenge. Let's just say, they aren't exactly body builders...

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Anyway, Elise and Heather's 18th was on Friday night. I wore a really cute dress that I recently bought in RiverIsland. I now realise that it should have been labelled " not suitable for dancing", since it was so tight that you could barely move your arms. I still did anyway. Unfortunately I probably looked like a robot for doing so. But oh well, you have to sacrifice some things sometimes. In this case, I sacrificed every inch of credibility that I once had.
Oh, the stripper. How could I forget the stripper? As part of Heather's birthday present, her friends hired her a stripper. It was absolutely hilarious. Hilarious as in a ' this is really funny to watch' way, but not hilarious enough that I would ever want one myself. I think I would probably die if my friends ever decided to get me a stripper, not that they ever would. They're much too clean for that sort of thing. Thank flipping goodness.

In other news: I just finished reading a book called 'Yes Man' by Danny Wallace, which Catherine lent me a ridiculous number of months ago. I am convinced that it is one of the best books I have ever read. Here's a synopsis of what it's about:

" 'I, Danny Wallace, being of sound mind and body, do hereby write this manifesto for my life. I swear I will be more open to opportunity. I swear I will live my life taking every available chance. I will say Yes to every favour, request, suggestion and invitation. I Will Swear To Say Yes Where Once I Would Say No.' Danny Wallace had been staying in. Far too much. Having been dumped by his girlfriend, he really wasn't doing the young, free and single thing very well. Instead he was avoiding people. Texting them Instead of calling them. Calling them Instead of meeting them. That is until that one fateful date when a mystery man on a late-night bus told him to 'Say Yes more'. These three simple words changed Danny's life forever. Yes Man is the story of what happened when Danny decided to say Yes to everything, in order to make his life more interesting. And boy, did it get more interesting. "

I don't think I've ever laughed as much at a book or, for that matter, felt so inspired at the end of it. It left me feeling rather philosophical and thinking: " I should say yes more."

I really ought to go and start my heap ( heap being a complete understatement) of homework which is due in tomorrow. The only good thing about Caters, Suzie and Sarah going to Berlin is that I might manage to do some productive work during my frees. Let's hope. I'll not have anythign more exciting to do anyway, let's be honest.

Well, I'll leave you here, my friends.
Until next time...