My friends say I should act my age

Listening to: Love Like This - Faith Evans

Wednesday. The twilight zone between Monday and the weekend. I’m actually doing pretty well in school, no problems or anything but damn. I wish it were the weekend already. I’m taking the entrance exam for De La Salle University this Sunday and I’m really looking forward to it. Not because I like taking entrance exams (which I kind of do) but because I found out that my crush christian will be taking the exams on Sunday morning too! ^_^ I hope, I hope, we both end up in the same room. Talk about inspiration. Not that I really want to go to De La Salle anyway, but I still want to do good in the exams just in case I don’t make it to UP, Ateneo and UAP.

I swear, my sister needs to go out more. All she ever does is study. She does go out with her friends, but rarely, and I just can’t imagine myself staying home all the time. I mean, I like chilling in my room all afternoon but I’d go crazy if I did that everyday. I tried to invite her to the party I’m going to with Kriya and Glaiza this Friday. It’s about time she went to her first party; I mean, she’s already fifteen. But she’s worried she’ll feel out of place, and I don’t really see why she should. Kriya’s really nice, and anyway the whole point of going to a party is so you can meet new people (preferably opposite sex kind of people). But I guess my sister isn’t ready for that kind of thing yet. Oh well. She doesn’t have to go if she doesn’t want to

I wish I had an older sister who dragged me to parties and clubs with her, and who’d do my hair, make up and lend me her clothes. That would be so cool. Why wasn’t I born the middle child instead? Or the youngest. Being the oldest sucks. Your parents do “trial and error” methods of raising you up (not that it ever happened to me; I think my parents did a pretty stellar job of raising me), have to discover things for yourself, and above all you have to be a “role model” to your younger siblings. Thank God my parents don’t really bug me about the latter, but I hate it when the teachers at school tell us that we have to set a good example to the younger batches. Whatever. Just because we happen to be older, doesn’t mean that we’re perfect. In case they’re forgetting, we’re still teenagers and we teenagers on our last year of high school like to screw up sometimes and have a little fun. It’s weird though, because I used to break all these minor rules all the time. Specially when I was a freshman–I had highlights on my hair (a big no-no), and I’d actually put on nail polish in school (the “no wearing of nail polish” rule is one of the many rules in the school handbook). Now, I don’t even grow my nails anymore. My skirt is still longer than it’s supposed to be, but then everyone breaks that rule so it doesn’t really count. *sigh* I suppose my being a more law-abiding citizen is one of the sure symptoms of growing up and possibly maturity. I mean, I don’t even laugh at sex jokes so much anymore.