Not quite a grown-up

In about three months I'll be twenty.
But despite that fact that I will officially be an adult, not just legal, but not a teen, I still feel like I'm pretending when I act like a grown-up.
I noticed some inconsistencies in my life.
I pretend to be an adult, but from an on-lookers point of veiw, I am clearly not.
I hear you crying out for examples! Here they are:

I drink tea every morning.
From a Harry Potter mug.

I make my own meals in my own kitchen every day.
Wearing only an apron, and underwear, usually.

I have a rather excessive collection of grown-up books.
Accompanied by many much oftener read children's books.

I got up early to get dressed and prepared for school.
Instead I am writing on my blog, and soon I will play my guitar.

I am listening to Simon and Garfunkel.
Very loudly. Very, very loudly.
and dancing.

I took grown-up perfume from my mother over Christmas to use and smell lovely.
Three days in a row, I have managed to squirt myself in the face with it.

I take vitamins every morning.
They are shaped like animals and come in four delicious flavors!

I wrote a list of essential things to do and buy, including tuition, phone bills, books.
Also including a new loofah, and funny coloured socks.


I wear relatively adult-type clothes from the Gap almost daily.
I refuse to wear a bra.

I use an adult vocabulary often.
Usually accompanied by a fake British Accent.