"It's been too long since you sat up straight and wrote down something you know."

I realised last night that I completely embody the stereotype of a teenage girl, which is sort of depressing because I always thought I was 'different'. The realisation came while I was flicking through the fashion pages of The Independent and painting my nails (Rimmel Wear Maxx no.397 'Electric', which is a gorgeous iridescent blue that I absolutely recommend), and when the thought came into my head I squealed "Oh my god!" which pretty much cemented it in my mind. And then, all of a sudden, I was stuck in a shame spiral.
I don't know what's so bad about being a stereotype, it's just that the way pubescent girls are always portrayed on TV and in books and all that jazz is as vapid, image-obsessed little brats, and I suppose I always laughed at girls who are like that. So now realising that I really am one is unnerving. But if you wrote a simple description of me, it would read exactly like the bitchy older sister character in a Jacqueline Wilson book.
I'm seventeen and my favourite topics of conversation are sex, gossip and music (in that order). I have an unhealthy addiction to Facebook and genuinely start to feel nervous if I can't log on for more than one or two days at a time. I fell in love with Edward Cullen from the Twilight series even though he's a sparkly vampire who drives a Volvo and if I met him in real life I would almost certainly assume he was gay. I probably worry a lot more about my weight than, say, starving orphans in the Third World or the fact that my parents separated. I occasionally smoke furtively out my bedroom window and then spray deodorant around until a sort of fine mist covers the room. I tell my mum that I'm sleeping over at a friend's house so I can hitch into the city and drink vodka (because it's cheap...always Huzzar, never Smirnoff) with friends she almost certainly wouldn't approve of. My life is like a badly written episode of The O.C.
Despite all this, I still feel slightly removed from the world of my friends. Like I judge them for being like this and secretly think they're all a bit shallow and immature which is, I suppose, why it's a bit of a shock to find out I'm no different.
Anyway, probably the worst way to start this little blogaroo is by revealing that I'm wholly unoriginal but if you feel like sticking around to read more of my whining and secrets in the future, I'd really adore you! Think of me as your friend, except you can never tell me your problems, you just have to listen to mine, and I never buy you birthday presents. But I will tell you how much I love you frequently!
I love you for reading all the way to the end (see!),
More soon,
Moi
(title of this post is a lyric from 'Grace Don't Wait' by The Coronas. Music obsession of the moment is Greg Holden 'Both'.)