I admit it. I totally think he's pretty. No matter how you feel about High School Musical, how can you look at this boy and not go, "Wow, isn't it illegal to be so freaking beautiful?" I mean, HIS EYES! And his figure and his . . .
Okay, I'll stop. I swear, this picture sort of has a point. You see, this is a picture from 17 Again (the movie that made me realize that ZEfron was more tha just Troy Bolton from HSM). Also, it's a movie I've been thinking about a lot lately.
As some of you may or may not know, Sunday was my birthday. I turned nineteen, but I'm kind of in denial about the number.
"Why?" you ask. Nineteen is still young. Nineteen isn't like old or gross or wrinkly. No, I know that. Nineteen isn't so bad. I know, I know. But I want to be seventeen again.
Again, the big question - WHY? Well, last year, I didn't want to be eighteen. In a lot of ways, seveteen seemed like the perfect age to me. You're grown up, but not a GROWNUP. You're smart enough to do the right thing, but young enough to get away with making the wrong choice. You're right at that intersection between adult and child, and it's kind of . . . well, amazing.
If I could, I would be seventeen forever.
Mentally, I think I am seventeen. My characters are almost always seventeen. When people ask my age, I have to remind myself that I'm not seveteen anymore. It just feel so natural. That's the age where I finally started to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. When I finally started to fit in.
I was seventeen when my book sold.
Seventeen when I reconnected with a former best friend and we became besties all over again.
Seventeen when I realized that the people who had put me down for years weren't the people I should be spending time with.
Seventeen - the second half of it at least - was a year of epiphanies for me. It was the best and, in some ways, the worst year of my life all in one.
So, as far as I'm concerned, I'm seventeen. Now and forever.
*cue Edward Cullen jokes here*
But seriously, I wonder if we all have that "age." That age when we really became ourselves and in our hearts are still there. I think a lot of us YA writers have that. Maybe every single person does. I know that, for my mom, it was nineteen. She says she will always feel nineteen.
So what about you? What is your mental age? If you could be one age for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Now, to wrap up the post, I ask you, if I'm 17 Again, where is my Zac Efron?
Oh! Here he is!