Pressed in a Book

Yeah, yeah, I know I've resorted to using song lyrics in my titles, so feck off.

Eleven days until my birthday. Eleven days left until I am stripped of the word "teenager", or, as it’s more commonly known as, ‘teen’. Its shortened version of the word has been embedded in my age for six years. This is a word that I've grown more than attached to; we're like secret lovers--two peas in a pod, hidden in a veil of time.

Thirteen.

When 'teen' and I were first united, I was thrilled. So thrilled, in fact, that I was blinded to the fact 'teen' and I had a short time together--a time I took for granted. For six years we had a flawless and rich relationship, growing only stronger as the time went on. Together we inched (minute-d? hour-ed? year-ed?) closer to the infamous age of nineteen--the legal drinking age. I should mention, though, that the first major accomplishment done by 'teen' and I was the union of six and teen, a welcomed threesome which resulted in my licence.

'Teen' has granted me some invaluable pleasures: it always took the fall for my pseudo-angst; it always took the fall for my immaturity. When in doubt I knew I could always fall back on it; 'teen' was always there. Good times...good times.

And eleven days from now I will have to let go of 'teen' forever. I should vandalise a wall or do something equally as stupid, making the 'teen' in my happy one last time. Eleven days and I step into a world where I'm naked. Not really, but you know. Or don't. Whatever. Fuck you. I'm bored out of my tree.

ANYWAYS.

I've come to the conclusion that OSAP can go fuck itself in the ear, diagonally. This is the second time OSAP has provided me with a false early estimate of the student funds I would have received. When I finished the application and sent it in earlier this month, I was told I would be issued funds that would have helped me feasibly afford my second year in the engineering program at Queen's. But when I checked the status of my application, I found out the money I'm going to actually receive is a lot less than what I was originally told. Fuck. Now I have to figure out where I'm going to obtain the rest of the money I need to afford the coming term.


PS -- I've been trying to post this entry since the afternoon, but my blogger was being such a cockwhore. True story.