Years.

These are the best years of our life, right? Apparently, thats what all the old people are saying. Those teen years. These teen years. Supposedly the best I'm ever going to have. It's not going to get any better than this, it's going to be worse? What? I'm gonig to spend the rest of my life reminising, thinking of my care free days.

News Flash: Heather Cameron is so laid back, she's horizontal.

I'm not afraid of anything in this world, there's nothing you can throw at me. I'm going to live my life acting my shoe size. What's stopping me? I'll continue wasting my free time. I'll keep visiting and finding big car parks. I'm going to shave my head. I'm going to buy ridiculously colourful wigs. I'll always be acting out and causing a scene. There's so much left to do, it doesn't just stop at 19.

I've got another year and a half until the 'best days' of my life are through. I hope I achive alot in this time. Lots of drama, boys and girls, drink and drugs. Lots of unhealthy misbehaving. Lots of fun and games, something to look back on and smile about. Then again, my whole life should end up like that.

I'm not going to let old people and their hollow, unfulfilled lives change me. I'll let them be an influence. I'll be ridiculous, fabulous. I can learn from them, I guess.