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Sep. 17th, 2009 09:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chassitThis makes me incredibly happy.
I actually had no homework tonight. I KNOW RIGHT. I'm going to bed soon though, after I brush my teeth and read a little.
So, on saturday, I'm going to be eighteen. Eighteen.
I'm on mixed feelings about this. I'm older. But I can do more - I can vote, I can go in places I couldn't before, etc.
I guess eighteen is just sort of one of those weird ages. I met a couple of friends when they were around eighteen when I was fourteen/thirteen, and eighteen just seemed like this really amazing, cool age that I would never really see because it was so far in the future.
And now, saturday, I'm gonna be eighteen. I guess in some ways I've matured, but in some ways I guess I'm always going to be that cute girl that's clever and sweet and doesn't get into trouble. Part of me wants to stay that way, but part of me wants to be that good-lookin', kinda mysterious girl that's brave at the same time.
But I guess I'm becoming braver - I was asked if I was going to homecoming by a friend, and I said that I guessed so. This other girl asked if I was going to have a date, and I said I had no idea, but there was this guy that was pretty nice to me and stuff. I actually asked him, but he said he already had a date. I wasn't crushed, because I figured he probably already did, but years ago I wouldn't be in school, let alone even think about asking someone to a date.
So maybe I'm changing, getting better and braver and stuff. So... maybe I'm already getting there.
I actually had no homework tonight. I KNOW RIGHT. I'm going to bed soon though, after I brush my teeth and read a little.
So, on saturday, I'm going to be eighteen. Eighteen.
I'm on mixed feelings about this. I'm older. But I can do more - I can vote, I can go in places I couldn't before, etc.
I guess eighteen is just sort of one of those weird ages. I met a couple of friends when they were around eighteen when I was fourteen/thirteen, and eighteen just seemed like this really amazing, cool age that I would never really see because it was so far in the future.
And now, saturday, I'm gonna be eighteen. I guess in some ways I've matured, but in some ways I guess I'm always going to be that cute girl that's clever and sweet and doesn't get into trouble. Part of me wants to stay that way, but part of me wants to be that good-lookin', kinda mysterious girl that's brave at the same time.
But I guess I'm becoming braver - I was asked if I was going to homecoming by a friend, and I said that I guessed so. This other girl asked if I was going to have a date, and I said I had no idea, but there was this guy that was pretty nice to me and stuff. I actually asked him, but he said he already had a date. I wasn't crushed, because I figured he probably already did, but years ago I wouldn't be in school, let alone even think about asking someone to a date.
So maybe I'm changing, getting better and braver and stuff. So... maybe I'm already getting there.