Holly’s Weblog

So I’m 19 in like 5 monthes which means… nothing. There’s really no celebration for being 19. It also means being born in december and that most of my mates have their birthdays before me, and last year they seemed to really have a go at me for it because they were 18 and obviously, i wasn’t. But honestly, i loved being 17. it rocked, and if i could be 17 again, i would.

So what if i couldn’t buy alcohol, that was never a problem. there are always ways to get it. friends, family. Also i don’t care for clubbing either. never been a real fan of clubs. much prefer house parties any day.

And the things you can get away with being under 18. Like you’re 17, we’ll let you off with a warning. you’re 18, jail time.

When you’re 18 you have to vote here in australia. which is actually good, i think, but the system is fucked up. I don’t want to be fined because the forms weren’t sent properly or there’s confusion about what area i need to vote because uni is in a different region blah blah blah.

Maybe my next post ill stop complaining about everything.