Roughly one year ago, I blogged on my seventeenth birthday.
Naturally I should do the same at eighteen, right?
Woah wait, I'm eighteen?
I'm eighteen. It's strange to think. I remember turning sixteen and thinking about how when my brother came back from his mission in two years, I'd be eighteen. I remember thinking that that was the strangest thing I've ever heard and that it would be forever until that happened.
But here we are.
I'm already eighteen and my brother will be home in three days. I'm a legal adult, I'm supposed to start deciding for myself and making my own decisions, and I can call in on those infomercials all by myself. I've got the power! I also remember thinking for the longest time that I didn't want to leave high school because I didn't know what to do with my life. Well, I still don't know what I'm going to do with my life, but I'm definitely ready to be done with high school. I don't know when exactly that I changed my mind, but I am ready to leave. So, add me to the list of those with Senioritis, because I've got a bad case going on here that's in dire need of treatment. And I'm sure a lot more has changed this past year, but I'm not going to go into a deep analysis of it. I need to start deciding where I'm going to go in life. I can't just sit idly by. I can't procrastinate any more. I can't be all over the place like this post is.
It's time for me to be a big girl now.
Happy birthday to me.
:)
