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We've reached June, which is weird because it was Christmas five minutes ago, but whatever. I'll roll with it. I turn 26 in exactly a week. That is harder for me to grasp. I'm still 17, right?
I feel like I've reached the point where I'm no longer particularly excited by my own birthday. Although Jack has mentioned that he has bought me a few gifts which I won't turn my nose up at. I like being given things. I wish I could keep the presents but not have to move past the 18-25 age bracket. I don't know, I think I'm just becoming increasingly aware of my own mortality and that's pretty terrifying, especially when these thoughts only tend to creep up on me in the dead of night. Oh well, who needs sleep anyway?
The trouble with being in your twenties is that you assume you should have your life together by now, because that's what you think is supposed to happen after you graduate. You're supposed to know what to do next, apparently. By my age you should already have your dream job and you should maybe be thinking about Settling Down, because that's what society has drilled into you for as long as you can remember. But here's the dirty little secret that no one ever tells you when you're still in school: no one in their twenties has a fucking clue what they're doing (please pardon my french). Honestly, trying to compare your experiences with those of other people in their mid-twenties is going to accomplish absolutely nothing except make you feel miserable and inadequate. So I'm going to try really, really hard not to do that.
My brother shared this on Facebook the other day and it feels pretty appropriate for my mood today:
I am the worst at adulting.
Song of the Day: Hold My Hand by Jess Glynne, because it makes me happy.
I've had a crappy day. Really, really crappy. But I've had a shower, I've made some yummy pasta for my tea, and I've had time to reflect on the good things instead.
1) I found my Spongebob Squarepants socks in the back of my wardrobe after thinking I'd managed to lose them. I love my Spongebob socks.
2) I had a really good birthday weekend which included cake (always a bonus). The Harry Potter Studio Tour was incredible, if you're a fan you should definitely go, it's well worth it. The gift shop is a bit pricey, I really wanted a Marauder's Map but couldn't justify spending £30 on it! I took loads of photos but I'm only going to post a couple as I don't want to spoil it for anyone who's planning to go.
3) My pyjamas are ridiculously comfy, I don't care that it's only 8pm.
4) Even though Daf is away for the week, it means that I can watch whatever movies/TV shows that I want - we can never agree on what to watch.
5) It's nice to be safe in the knowledge that a cup of tea will always make me feel better (I am so British).
Song of the Day: Dead Hearts by Stars
Currently reading: It by Stephen King, I've swapped books again, On The Road is harder than first anticipated.
I've had the kind of week that feels like it's going ridiculously slowly but in actual fact it's not and all of a sudden it's over. I think I've woken up everyday this week and thought to myself I am definitely going to blog today but then something always came up and I ended up not doing it. Anyway, I've got a busy week coming up again because of work, and it's my birthday on Friday and Daf is taking me to the Harry Potter Studio Tour on Thursday. Excitedexcitedexcited.
Speaking of my birthday, I was on bar last night at work and I served a couple of guys and one said, "How old are you, because my mate thinks you're about 13." Fan-tastic. Needless to say they were surprised when I told them I was going to be 23 on Friday.
In other news, today is my bestest's birthday.
Happy Birthday Soph!
Song of the Day: Dance Wiv Me by Dizzee Rascal feat. Calvin Harris & Chrome
Currently reading: On The Road. I may have not picked it up since I last blogged...maybe.
