I dont want to be old!

Since arriving home from school for the last time yesterday I promptly got into bed and havent left it since.

It is my way of fighting off all the decisions I have to make in the too near future.

I love how I have matured so.


But damn, this is hard! I mean, I am the person who spends 10 minutes choosing what to drink at lunch! Its especially ridiculous considering I and everyone around me know that I am going to get a coke, yet I persist with this pointless charade day after day!

These decisions are much harder.

1. Do I go to Spain, yay or nay?
If I go I miss the biggest party of the summer, of the boy I mmm.. over. I dont speak ANY spanish. [Not counting sombrero. But that will nae get me far! {At least I will never be hatless}] and I'll have to go on an airplane by myself and I am terrified of heights and zomg the thought of it is killing me. I will also return just one day before I feck off to the gaelteacht. How am I supposed to do all my washing in one day?!?! AAAAAH!!

2. Work.
When do I start? Should I have gone in todays as opposed to lieing here wondering. What hours am I going to have to work? Will I ever be on the cafe floor and not just stuck in the kitchen? What if I break something? What if they hire someone new when Im gone, and I come back and they have no job for me, so I have no regular income so Ill have to walk the streets and then I get runover by a crazed dog who goes insane when he smells ginger and then my body is never identified because my hair is gone and no one recognises me? So much to think about.

3. Driving.
What if I plough into a family of four and kill us all? And why cant I find a stamp to send off for my provisional.

Theres more, but Im tired now. Thinking surely takes a lot out of me.