So... In four days, I will be...*gulp*... and "adult".
I will be Eighteen.
Yeah. I know. In four days I will be legally able to do all those stereotypical things people do when they turn eighteen- buy cigarettes, lottery tickets, go clubbing, etc etc etc. In the eyes of the law I will be an "adult".
I don't feel like I should be eighteen. Not really. Good gracious, I just started feeling like a real 17 year old a couple weeks ago. What happened??? When did I get old?
A few more o' dem numberz:
Eighteen days until I leave Ireland. EIGHTEEN. That's only two more weekends. Only two more youth group meetings. Three more phone calls home. (Possibly two.) This is seriously blowing my mind. I don't think I've really grasped it. At all.
So.... yeah. I've nothing else really to say about that at the moment. But... wow.
I'm kind of in the same place of, "HOLY CRUD I'M GOING TO BE A LEGAL ADULT SOON."
ReplyDeleteFebruary 11th.
I've hardly even grasped the fact that I'm old enough to drive...much less go clubbing.
I MISS YOUU.
COME BACK INTO MY LIFE.
Okay? Okay.