Yeah, I'm 19 now.
I feel so old.
Oh well.
As long as people keep saying "You're never that old!" I think I'll be alright for a few more years.
I got alot of...Red for my birthday, and I shit you not. Pretty much everything I got was red.
A red hat
A red scarf (woolen wear is a staple of a winter birthday)
A red watch.
V for Vendetta Graphic Novel and DVD (Yeah, it may not BE red itself...But there's a lot of blood in it)
And a calligraphy set with a red quill pen.
And I did ask for these things...Don't look at me like that.
Except maybe the watch. I'm not a watch person. I tend to stop analog watches because of...I don't know, something to do with magnatism and electricity. I just have to brush my hand over one for it to stop.
It's a nice watch though. I like it.
My cake was pink though...Eh, I suppose it's close enough.

University is looking a little bleak for me at the moment...Not the actual going to it, I'm still doing that, just the course I want to go on.
You see, I'm one of these people who could give away hundreds and millions of ideas to other people, and yet I can't keep any for myself, because I find it hard to articulate my ideas into solid form. The world would be a better and probably more colourful place if I could think my ideas into existance, because my hands don't seem to want to follow my brain.
Writing and art fall into the same catagory in my inability to produce.
I'm suppose to write a personal statement. This is a problem. I've never been very good at planning what I say...Or writing for that matter. Most of the stuff that comes out of my mouth is unplanned. Writing this now is easy, because I haven't planned it, I'm typing things that come to mind.
I was given a copy of some personal statements of previous University applicants and was pretty much stumped by them. I couldn't ever produce writing like that. But I also felt that they were very planned and static. They were writing what some one else wanted to read, to please some one else.
This is another thing I've never been very good at.
Now, were I allowed to talk my way through a personal statement, I would be fine, but as that is not the case, I'm thinking about taking a course that does not require a personal statement.
I have a million ideas in my head, and not one I can keep to myself.
I think taking a brief foundation course in Art and Design is in order, just to give me a little more knowledge on the art world...
I tend to do things I enjoy, rather than what I'm good at.
I was good at French, but didn't like it.
I also enjoyed History and English Literature, but I didn't get high enough grades to take G.C.S.E or A levels.
That's my fault entirely. I should have went to school more.
But then again. School shouldn't have been boring.

Anyway...Some arse nearly ran me over the other day. I was standing waiting for the bus home, when some cock in a white...Ford something or other came hammering down the path.
The path. Not the road. The path. Not even slowly. At at least 60.
Then had the cheek to stop and look at me as if I was the silly bitch in the middle of the road, before he carried on and turned off.
I was too stunned and in disbelief to actually do anything. I should have got his number plate and reported him, but I really didn't think.
I was cold, tired, hungry, needed to pee and I just wanted to go home.