My blog entires are so goddamn teenagery. I mean, I've known this for ever, being a teenager and all, but I was just looking through my latest entries and it seems like my writing and me haven't changed. At all. For cereal, if I was someone else, I'd never come into this blog, it's so cringe and, ugh. Girly. Having my main audience as (much) older guys makes it even stranger, and I question why people would want to read this garbage. Wait a second... o_O
You guys all know about the mid-life crisis, but I'm having a, like, start-of-adulthood crisis. I'm in my final year of teenagehood and I don't feel very grown up. I mean, I do and I don't at the same time. I have my own car, I pay for my fuel, uni fees, gym membership, just about everything except household bills and food that's in the house. 2 years ago, things were very different in that respect - I don't think I was paying for anything I listed above. Of course, being an adult isn't just about money and paying things, there's countless other variables that contribute to adultey-ness. One of which definitely NOT being the word 'adultey-ness' in your vocabulary.
My mum once pointed out that I'm treating our house like a hotel. With all expenses paid for by them. It's kind of sad, and it's also kind of true. I wake up, do my own thing (uni/gym/socialise/work/gaming/TV), which usually means disappearing from their world until dinner time. My parents are lovely people, they are, but I'm at the point where I don't want to talk to them every single day. It would be much more valuable to me to see them once a month rather than once a day, so that I can appreciate the little time we have together. I could move out - I have the money and independence to, but I don't think it's worth it right now. If I have to pay thousands and thousands more just so I don't see my parents every day, it's not worth it. Not now, anyway.
Oh yeah, GYM! I can't remember if I've written about this before, but I've been going consistently-ish for 7/8 months now. No 6-pack or bubble butt, but I've made a lot of progress, especially with my legs. My upper body is suffering though - it's so hard to gain fat there, let alone muscle. I've gained plenty of muscle on my lower half, but my arms are like toothpicks, and it's so hard to make progress on them. Believe me, I've tried a lot of different exercises for them, but nada. Lifting weights feels SO much better to me compared to cardio. I don't love it, but I like the results that come from it. I've been going 2 or 3 times a week, and splitting between upper and lower body days. I know it's good for me - gets me out of the house and makes me not feel like a complete sloth.
Anyways, back to the teenagery rant about teenagers. Boy I'm eloquent.
I'm still writing like a teenager, as I always have through the god-knows-howmany years I've had this blog running, and I'm going to be the big 2-0 next year. Does one year make all the difference between adulthood and teenagery? Hell no, there are 20-somethings that still act like they're 15. Can non-teenagers watch teenage films and read adult teen books? I think I would die if I wouldn't be able to. There's such a big world out there, and I've only got my toes wet.
Again, I'm not sure that the main message is here. I suppose there doesn't have to be one - I set the rules here in my blog :P . So, what do you guys think about my blog? Why do you like/hate it? Will I get out of my bumbling teenage talk anytime soon? (not likely :P )