I’m going to be eighteen in five days. I used to be horrified at the whole idea, but as it looms nearer I’m starting to accept it… even get excited about it.
One thing is certain: I will never forget my eighteenth birthday celebrations.
You remember my best friend Amanda, right? Well let’s just say she is… amazing. Like, superpower amazing.
Somehow, she managed to organize an entire eighteenth birthday party for me… without giving me the slightest hint. She invited all my very favorite people even though she hasn’t met half of them (yay Facebook). I didn’t suspect anything for one single moment, even though I frequently talk to her and all the other friends who came to the party.
I feel stupid. But I feel loved too. :)
Oh, and one more thing that will help me remember my eighteenth: the awesome plunge with Sam into the 42-degree Columbia River yesterday.
Again, I feel stupid. But I feel very accomplished too. :)
Welcome 2012, and welcome nineteenth year of life.
