Anyone substantially 'douchier' than normal automatically receives a 12 label. Often paired with the phrase "What, are you 12?"
Remember when you were in senior year, and you'd look at those grade 9 kids and openly laugh/shudder. Those kids were 12. Possibly 16. I'm not sure of the exact difference. But it's an age where you're acting cooler than you should be.
Tell Tale Signs you are Between the Ages of 12 and 16 (and are therefore a loser)
When you're making out with your ugly girlfriend on a bus, twisting your tongue around hers in a mundanely repetitive motion while your friends watch, you are somewhere between the ages of 12 and 16.
When you roll the sleeves of your school sport's uniform up to reveal your 'ripped, pre-pubescent biceps' and anti-establishment views for school uniform policies, you are somewhere between the ages of 12 and 16.
When you shop at Supre for pop culture referencing slogan tees that no one's gonna remember in 2 years time, you're somewhere between the ages of 12 and 16.
When you're the Dalai Lama and you're just fed up with Chinese Socialist rule and you make a big scene and leave all your buddies back home in Tibet hanging. You are 12 or 16.
When drinking is cool and you proudly exclaim how 'wasted' you were last night, citing the number of cans and some fraction of a bottle you downed, there's a good chance you're between the ages of 12 or 16.
When you bum puff cigarettes.
When you have streaks in your hair.
When you wear an outfit comprised of several articles of clothing all from the same brand, usually Nike or Billabong.
When you're wearing the exact same thing as 7 of your friends.
When you have 200+ friends on online networking sites.
When you like 'Sex on Fire' by Kings of Leon.
When you're 30 years old and hanging out at the Mustang bar.
When you list 'Nirvana' as a favourite band but can name only 3 of their songs.
When you're into So You Think You Can Dance.
When you're a So You Think You Can Dance contestant.
Anyone associated with Australian Idol. (And any other Idol type show)
When you list 'Barack Obama' as one of your heroes
When you say you'd vote for 'Barack Obama' but are unfamiliar with any of his policies.
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Do you feel there are too many photos of Mt. Fuji? You see one and you just wanna puke. It's breathtaking and awe inspiring and over exposed, mass produced, instantly recognisable and as familiar as indie poetry slagging off Courtney Love yet idolising Yoko Ono.
Do you go to tourist destinations and take happy snaps? A photo you took yourself, with your own camera? The same shot that is being snapped by dozens around you, before you and after you? The same shot that someone far more astute in the ways of photogrpahy, with a camera far more superior to yours has already captured?
Is Mt Everest just the sluttier, white version of Mt Fuji that didn't break up The Beatles?
Mountains are little girls wearing t-shirts with slogans like "I'm a princess, You know it" and "Shower me in expensive jewellery." Mountains are nature gone retarded. Nature wasn't content with it's complete superiority over man, so mountains were just another big 'fuck you' to humankind.
Mountains may look pretty, but really, they're just in your way.
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I'm being really good overseas. If I'm not wearing a tarp I'm pulling out. Things are hassle free. Can I go outside and play? Love, Liam
Dead turtle in parking lot on way to class.
Wasting time in class talking about doggy contact lenses and Chanel collars for your pooch or gimp.
Planning an outfit the night beforehand to wear the next day, but getting up 15 minutes before class starts and throwing on whatever is within reach and then not brushing your hair and being late for class. Realising you're hideous. Regret planning anything ever again.
Being appauled by the fact that the largest Pro Ana group on Facebook is all in French. And you can't read French.
The dead turtle in the parking lot on the way to class this morning.
Talking about Australia to affected Japanese kids with no lives and scurvy.
Class at 8.50 am.
Hot days, cold nights, sweating beneath the covers, chocking on your own mullet while turning over. Smelling your fingers at 3 am and realising they smell like cigarettes from 2 days ago and not bothering to change your sheets because you know they're just going to mank up all over again.
I went drinking with the PEOPLE WITH AIDS ALLIANCE. Fun night. That bunch know how to party.