Birthday Girl

Officially, i'm a 19 year old. Decked out with my full licence and devoid of that annoying just-legal impression that any 18 year old effortlessly gives out, i am, for all intents and purposes, more grown up. I must say, i did expect a change. I thought i would shed the feeling that haunted me throughout the last year; the feeling that i was like a new-born foal, struggling to stay steady on spindy little legs, while stepping out into the big, wide world. I hoped that i'd get a new feeling; one of calm, of together-ness, of maturity. To some degree, i think i have changed overnight, but i don't think it's in the ways i expected.

I definately saw my birthday in with another of my usual dramas. My third assignment not even started until hours past the due date, i thought that if i got it in before 9am the next day that they might not count it as late. This, unfortunately, meant a trip to Flinders in the middle of the night... after finishing my essay at 12.30am and battling with the printer for another hour, i eventually had to reformat the entire document and enter all of my footnotes again. It was finished by half past one, albeit in type so faded that i'll be lucky if the marker can make sense of it, so i zoomed off to pick up a friend and together we braved the darkness of uni. The trials didn't end with my getting out of the car and throwing my essay into the submissions box, oh no, that would've been far too easy. Instead, when going to staple my assignment with the trusty auto-staple, i found it to be staple-less... fantastic. Eventually a bulldog clip stolen from the bulletin board and a little note pleading for them to 'accept the bulldog clip because the auto-stapler failed me!' was added. At this point, i was beyond caring and put the damn thing in the box. Enough it enough. And so we went home.

After five hours sleep, i was awoken to awesome little pressies from my mum and brother, which was a nice start to the day. Unfortunately, all the memories of the fight that i had with a friend last night and the mess that i'm going to have to try and clean up today, overwhelmed me and i crawled back into bed. I missed a tute this morning, and had to stop twice en route to uni to 'collect myself', but i eventually made it in, hours before my next class. I wandered campus, admittedly a mess, but thankfully not seeing people i knew. I attempted to meet a friend for coffee, but, after five minutes of 'i'm standing at the coffee cart, you CAN'T be here, because i'd SEE you!', we realised that she was at the lower campus and i was at the upper one. So that was a bust.

Now? I'm off to a criminal law lecture. Then lunch with a friend. Then a 'talk' with another. And a dinner in which i shall pretend to be fine. Before i prepare for my 9-6 day at uni tomorrow. And have drinks with the girls. Sometimes, birthday's just aren't meant to be easy.

But i did get an Edward Monkton book from mum, so that really makes everything much better!