Almost nineteen!
Well, I'll be nineteen in an hour and a half, although technically, as my dad reminds me, I wasn't born until noon (my brother was born at midnight). It doesn't matter so much either way, but I'm a year away from the end of my teens. It's kind of weird.
I really don't have much of an urge to write (about my own life, anyway) because it's been remarkably uneventful and drama-free. I used to use this journal to vent, and theres really not much to vent about anymore. I should get into fiction. I'm almost done Christmas shopping, and I've read almost three novels since I got home (Second Glance, My Sister's Keeper, and The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time), which is pretty good considering I read probably fewer than a hundred pages total for fun the whole quarter. I've really enjoyed myself, but I'm starting to get bored. Lauren and I hung out today, which was a lot of fun. I can't wait until everyone's home and/or finished with exams.
That really is just about it. Maybe I'm growing up after all.
I really don't have much of an urge to write (about my own life, anyway) because it's been remarkably uneventful and drama-free. I used to use this journal to vent, and theres really not much to vent about anymore. I should get into fiction. I'm almost done Christmas shopping, and I've read almost three novels since I got home (Second Glance, My Sister's Keeper, and The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time), which is pretty good considering I read probably fewer than a hundred pages total for fun the whole quarter. I've really enjoyed myself, but I'm starting to get bored. Lauren and I hung out today, which was a lot of fun. I can't wait until everyone's home and/or finished with exams.
That really is just about it. Maybe I'm growing up after all.