I'm ageing?!

So for those of you that don't know, I have a phobia of growing old. White hairs freak me out and wrinkles don't belong on my face. The other day I even got anti-aging chapstick. So it's a little messed up, but I'm still holding out for the fountain of youth. It's gotta be out there somewhere. Maybe not the actual fountain, but I'm sure there's some super-amazing-blow-your-mind bacteria growing out there in some pond covered by incredibly dense forestation that no man has discovered. I'm sure they'll find it by the time I really need it. They better. It's tough being fully aware every day of my life that I am getting a little older and will eventually shrivel up and sit on benches with other shriveled up old people, other shriveled up Asian people.

I can't decide which woman I am. The blue lady and the one on the end just look upset and the one in purple looks a little crazy. I'll probably be the one in purple. Come on those glasses are hot.

I know you're probably thinking, "Jesus Allison, you will not look like that. Why would you be wearing any of that?" Well you know what old people wear things all the time that don't make sense. Eventually clothing will stop making sense to me and I will be thinking "All those crazy young people in their leotards and their tights!" O wait. I already think that and I'm still sane. (Note to world. That's my stance on leotards and tights used for anything but gymnastics and dancing.) 

But I'm completely off topic.

Basically I went to an event today where I realized I was older than almost all the students there. I'm officially an upperclassman in college. WHAT?! Since when did "Oh you have plenty of time." turn into "You're almost done." SINCE WHEN?! Time is passing faster than ever and I'm getting older and older without noticing it. Some would say that's a good thing considering my paranoia, but those times when I do stop and think about it (such as now) then completely freak me out. I know I'm still young, but how long until I pretend I don't have a birthday anymore? How long until I start saying stupid things like "Age is all in the brain."? 

It's very upsetting. The only thing I can take solace in is the fact that hopefully I won't just be an old woman but an old wise woman. For some reason when I think of that I picture myself as Grandmother Willow from Pocahontas. You know what? I'm ok with that. I will settle for being Grandmother Willow minus being the tree. 

Enough of my craziness though. My young person craziness. Cause old person craziness is just scary. Come on fountain of youth! (and Botox!)