Wow, it has been forever since I've posted. I guess I've been pretty busy. Did horrible this semester...I'm embarrassed to report my grades! I didn't fail any classes, but let's just say that there's no way I'll get into grad school at this rate. It was, however, my first semester, but man oh man. I CAN DO BETTER! And I will...next semester. Or I'll condemn myself to an English major and selling insurance (no offense to those who do...that's just not for me.)

And it's my birthday! So I'm gonna go chill some. I'm 19...SO OLD! I mean, not old, but I'm over eighteen now, so it just sounds weird. How can I be over 18? Have I actually grown up? Not actually, in my book, but when do I? Probably when I graduate college and am entirely financially independent. But being in between over 18 and still financially independent is a different stage than I was before.

When I was little, I always imagined that when I grew up, I would be so...mature. Perfect. Life would just fall into place, and everything would be dandy. I have this perfect image still in my mind...I imagined myself wearing this night blue dress that was low cut and showing off large cleavage, a curvaceous body I wished to have, and me on a date with a tall, dark and handsome man in a tux.

I must say that that image has not happened yet, and I doubt it will. At least not for a while. But it's okay, because we wouldn't be here if life was predictable, now would we? I'll have plenty of exquisite experiences in my life, and I have already, but none of them were what I expected.