Growing old is mandatory, but growing up is optional.

Yesterday, I found my first gray hair. I don't know how this is possible, considering the fact that I fairly frequently dye my hair a particularly dark shade of brown. But somehow, I gray ninja managed to defy all scientific reasoning, and escape the colouring. I must admit, at sixteen years of age, the last thing I expected to see when brushing my dark bangs, was a shiny, gray hair. What's with that anyway? Why is grey hair so much thicker and shinier than the rest? Maybe it's just because it wants to be all "Hey bros, look at me! I'm in ur hairz, makin u look old."

I like this idea much better than the scientific explanation of "It's because you're getting old. Old as in, closer to dying. Dying as in dead. Nothing. No longer part of this world." Because, let's face it, when you're sixteen, the last thing you want to think about is growing old and dying. So, like everyone who wants to ignore the truth, I swiftly ripped the grey hair from my head. Most people would simply throw it away, and pretend that it was never there. I, being my melodramatic self, went running through the house, waving it in the air and dramatically yelling

"I HAVE A GRAY HAIR! AT SIXTEEN! I'M GOING TO DIIIIIIIIE! WHY MUST I GET ALL THE BAD GENES IN THIS FAMILY? WAAAAAH!"

This was followed by a ranting session to my Dad about how he shouldn't have had the right to procreate. You see, my Dad started going grey around the time he entered highschool. I was hoping that I would get my Mum's genes for greying, because she is in her forties, and has probably had as many grey hairs as I have now. Unluckily, I got her extremely thin hair, rather than my Dad's think, dark head of gorgeousness. That's right, I got the thin hair and they greying. It is my common complaint that I got all the stuffed genes in the family. My parents usually respond with "Well, you are smart like us!" Little do they know, I was only talking about appearances.

Now, dear readers, I don't want you to all go out and assume that I am a hideous beast. I'm not great at complimenting myself, but this isn't true. I just seem to have ridiculously bad luck sometimes. I seem to always choose duds, and I have the worst luck when it comes to being overheard in conversation. But that's okay, because these things make for excellent anecdotes, don't they?

Surprisingly, I'm glad that I found a gray hair on my head. Why? Because I have been getting much too complacent about life at the moment, and assuming that things can just go on without changes or consequences. The hair proved to be the perfect visual reminder that life is short, and no matter what age you are, you cannot take anything for granted. My biggest fear in life is putting myself out there; sharing an opinion with people, even just simply talking to people, or posting something where it can be seen. I've hidden behind this fear for at lest five years, but now I've resolved to change it. The worst thing you can live with in life is regret, and doing nothing is worse than stuffing up.

One of the main reasons I haven't been blogging a lot lately, is because I don't want this blog to have too serious a tone, and I've had a lot of stuff going through my head. That and the fact that my computer completely crashed at least five times and had to go through days of intensive repair. Thankfully, it should be all good now.

Have you ever had a wake-up call about your life? Do you have any weird theories about why grey hair is so different? Feel free to share. My newest one is that the one grey hair was actually Excalibur in the form of a hair, being there just to bug me.

And remember the saying that everyone writes in birthday cards: growing up is mandatory, but growing up is optional. Or something like that. Just trust me though, I may be growing older, but I won't be growing up any time soon.

What is this I don't even...

MAGICAL FAIRY UNICORNS WITH LIGHTSABERS JAMMIN' TO 'I'M TOO SEXY' AND EATING BACON. Et hem, now that I've got your attention, I'm going to momentarily blog about something far less awesome. ugfsaKJdhf,gklaxmsdfghdurksemddnsbvgdhnjx. That jumble of characters is the only way to describe the feeling one gets from having to write a 3000 word draft, when they know that they are mentally incapable of it. Physically, I'm all goodballs, but my brain just isn't working. Yo, can some Maths el nerdo write me a formula whereby 176 = 3000. Wait, I'll do it.

176 = 3000

What do you think? Impressed? [demisemiquavergirl]'s law states that 176 words are equal to 3000, whereby henceforth, under the power of God, I decree that I have hit the word limit. Jackpot. Bingo. Bazzingballs. Time to give up and go watch anime, or read PT fanfics, or jam out to the Eurovision 2011 soundtrack, or sleep. Yes? No. I am aware that the chances of me actually writing the set amount of words tonight is less than the possibility of Jedward's hair not looking awesomeballs, but, I'm going to try. If you don't aim high, then you've got no chance of even accomplishing something that is close to your goal. Get hard, or go home. Wait, that's not it. Go hard, or go home? Yes, that's the correct phrase. Though, if the former works for you, that's cool too.

You must miseducated by all the guys that you dated. Jedward, word. I'm rather upset at myself for liking them so much, condisering the fact that some people align them with the likes of Justin(e) Bieber and Rebecca Black. I consider this total blasphemy, by the way. I mean, you're not going to see my dying my hair blonde, and jumping up and down on stage like I'm on drugs, anytime soon, because that's not my thang. But, it's surprisingly cool when they do it. Dum da dum da dum da dum.

So, as quickly as I appeared, I will now vanish in a cloud of smoke before your eyes; a mere memory of what once was. LOL jks I'm still here. I just described the English assignment as death and beastiality and fail and poo incarnate. Truer words have never been spoken, word. You took the words right out of my mouth, oooh, it must have been while you were sharing your contagious koodies with me, erm, kiss-ing me. Meatloaf people, don't mess with the meat. Or Frodo, that hobbit kid is badass. You know who isn't badass. Eragon, as in Eragon from Eragon. Just in case you though there was any other. Ohohohoh! Do you know who is badass from that series? Murtagh. It seems like all the dudes I know who've read the book don't like him, but, they're not attracted to deep, dark, not-really-bad-on-the-inside, interesting male characters. And that's probably a good thing. Oh, you know who else is badass? My grandmother, because she read that series even faster than I did, and I am a very fast reader. You know what, the only women I know of who have read those books are all related to me, and they only read it because of me.Yes, I like fantasy novels that are aimed at dudes, and I always have. You can suck on my cherrystick if you don't like it. And if cherry ain't yo thang, then you can suck on my peachbeach. I don't even know what either of those are. DON'T JUDGE SPIDERMONKIES, MMKAY?

Is thou brain bubbling with the random awesomeballs of epic that have made up the constituents of this post yet? I do hope so, bromigos. I'm off to finish writing the words of awesome, that will shape the society I live in, and are fuelled by my love for the one person I'm destined to be with. Even if it involves stabbing my hand and almsot losing my sanity, I shall write to save everyone! Hm, that sounds awefully familiar. If you see Junichi Sato or Ikuko Itoh, please tell them that I wasn't being all copyright infringe-y. Disclaimer: No, I am not Fakir, and no, I know that you don't even understand WTF I am rambing about. I don't own epic writing, or hand stabbing, or cool intertextual referencing. MY FEELING ARE MY OWN! Oh shizballs, I just killed the intertextual referencing part. Anyway, I do own my own writing though, maybe, possibly, kind of, not. Regardless, I am off to work on my assignment, and not to see the wonderful wizard of Oz. So, if he calls, tell him I'm busy, and I don't do old dudes. Farewell, ninjaturtleballs!