Lots of fun had by all it would seem; I was getting down with my bad self for a good 2 hours and didn't once feel that I wasn't ghetto enough to be there...So yeah here I am in, mostly, sunny Brighton. Its all going pretty well actually and after a month of eating relatively well, with only the bare minimum of pasta dishes consumed I feel like I can look after myself and when necessary even change my bed sheets.. The only downside I suppose would be that my halls are in the arse end of Nowhere (arse end being the key feature) which means thats buses are a bit thin on the ground but they do run 24/7 so I can't complain too much.
So before I started I thought I'd probably be one of the oldest in the flat and I was right and although at the beginning this wasn't such a problem, recently I have started to feel slightly responsible for some of the kids. For example they all seem ask me for advice when cooking risky food such as chicken or pork, I am always in charge of us getting the bus on time of a night out and I am always the one that turns the lights and switches off so the flat doesn't burn down. I mean I guess I should be flattered that they think I'm responsible but I want to be hip and cool and down with the kids and I didn't think I would start to feel old this far away from being 21. Also I don't know what the rules are about going out dancing, for example am I aloud out to clubs without a teenager to hand? When does drinking very cheap vodka from Asda stop being acceptable? And at what point, if any, do I step in if one of the kids is about to kiss a complete arse? I just don't know anymore!
Anyway... I will make sure I update this better and keep anyone reading up-to-date with my turning 21 life crisis also I will make my flow into neurotic content more smooth in the future........
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