… will probably be the most stressful year of my life. I mean, FINAL YEAR OF SCHOOL!! Mum asks me sometimes why I don’t drink or party or stay-up late- he thinks I’m a right grandma, and I think it secretly annoys her to have a daughter so unlike herself. I told her that by introducing alcohol and all that’s associated with it into the equation, I run the risk of bumming-out this year and not achieving my full potential. I could say that a thousand times and the people I know would never understand. It’s a strange choice, I know- but it is a choice. I’ve thought long and hard and it doesn’t bother me on too deep a level that I’ve never been drunk.
But seriously, 2008 is the year. I’ll make sure of it.
