I don't know what to make of this weekend, 'cept that it was strange but nice. It was definitely surreal. In fact it was so surreal that I have to keep prodding my arm (then wincing) to make sure that everything that happened was real.

It was real.

The 5-day long weekend made me feel more like a 19 year old than any other day within the last year and 2012.  Taking my Dad's car around, going out at night, sleeping in the morning, getting a t, meeting new people, hanging with the ol'. It was safe and good. I felt good.

Even if I had to push my seat way to the front and my back-rest up straight because of my height (163cm with abnormally longer legs and a shorter body). It felt like one of those crazy home videos where a kid steals his Dad's car, goes for a spin and ends up crashing into a dumping area and burning shit. No that didn't happen. Oh you noticed I referred to me with 'his'? That's the hair talking.

Counting down the work days to the weekends jam-packed with epic events and everything. I cannot wait. Something about a Yacht party and an Arabian Nights themed party with a rumoured belly dancer and then some massive seafood meal after and then more to come because so many people are having birthdays it's insane. You would think our parents planned this so 20 years down the road we could meet and be friends and schedule our parties and what not together and have celebrations that stretch for weeks.

//I'm surprised people actually want to celebrate my 20th with me. Considering I've been quite a bitter little prude for the longest time. Meh.