Coming of Age.

'and once we were decking this lad at water fights so his mum went out and bought him a really ace super soaker from toys r us just so he could win and he got really cocky'
Gotta be Barnett.


Tomorrow is my 18th birthday. I think I am more excited about having a day for myself, rather than the celebration of life.

On Friday, I went to Manchester with Marcus Barnett and Samuel Nicholas. It was our last day of college and I spent approximately 15 minutes in the building. It was a very enjoyable day, despite the dreadful weather and consequently ridiculous appearance on my part.
ATTITUDE ANTLERS.
And our love, 52 loverboi on the terrible train packed full of horrendous women. I hated it, but loved it also. The woman next to us was wild for the jokes the boys were cracking. She probably loved them both.
You'd expect charity workers in shops to be kind and helpful wouldn't you? What do we get? 'IT'S NOT FANCY DRESS YOU KNOW'. Simply trying on the jumpers lady! We decided to all go back upstairs and each wear a jumper. It's the most incredibly comfortable thing imaginable. It's our uniform.
I also found the exact jumper Marcus was wearing on the day and bought it :) That's also very comfortable and I'm going to wear it on days out because it's one of my favourite colours.
It was a funny, funny day :)

Saturday night was my birthday party. It was a success. I was donning the killer heels and lbd. I'm angry that I couldn't find an alternative dress to the lbd, so I was in the same ol' dressypoopoo (but with £38 worth of bracelets).
I was rocking the hostess scene for a while at the beginning. The place started to fill up, which meant I didn't get any drinks for a long time. When I finally go to them a little later on, I realised I wasn't drunk at all and needed to catch up, so I hit the straight martini.

Kev: 'say when....'
*drink overspills*
Kathryn: 'when'.

I was made to make 2 speeches, so I bullet pointed it. No need to hang around.
1. thanks for coming
2. thanks for the kind gifts
3. have a nice night
4. MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Bam, bam, bam, bam. They went wild for it. I was also 'set up' and ol uncle john said. Mum screamed at me 'KATHRYN, YOUR FRIENDS WANT YOU!' so I went to find them and I was fired at by about 25 part poppers :|. A few actually hit me they were at that close-range. It was terrifying, and not something I enjoy to happen to me. THANKS MUM AND 'LIFE LONG' FRIENDS. fuck you all.
The night got bigger and louder as it went on, red wine was spilt to the point that we actually have to redecorate the back room. People were throwing up in both toilets (stay strong boys), fellas were picking up the ladies and Andrew Mckinney and Paul Stobbs were playing guitars for us all. Considering some of these goings-on are not usually what I care to involve myself in, I think I enjoyed it quite alot.
The talking was fun and the drinking games were flowing.
I was sad I didn't get to spend more time with our Nicola Young and our Jessica Dally. I'm waiting for you and NEW YEARS EVE FELLERRRRS!

Tomorrow is my big birthday then and I don't know what I should legally do first. I will probably do something ridiculous like hit the casinos or get cocktails before noon. SUUUUURE. :|
I'm excited to pay tax and have to pay for my own dental care. I'm also excited for my dad to stop paying child benefits to my mum.
Just can't wait :|