I started thinking about where I was going to live next year last night. It's a little strange, moving out. I really like Hornsby. I looked at houses to rent on the net. Just to see what things cost, how many friends I would need to join me in a house, unit, tent. It's all so expensive. I don't think I'm grown up enough.

If only you could grow down. Maybe I could grow backwards. Next birthday I'll turn 19, the year after that 18. Soon I'll be back to school. I could unsit my HSC. Go back to hanging in the library and having a race with Chris every morning to see who could get Time magazine first. Problem with that would be I'd only have 20 years left to live.

Oh well, I guess I better just try new experiences.