first post as a twenty year old
So, twenty. I still feel (and look) like I'm fifteen. You always think you're going to wake up and feel older, but let's be honest, here. I really don't feel old, often. Sometimes when I wear heels, I feel like I should be a teacher in elementary school. But that's about it.
Have I grown up? I guess. The other day my big told me that I've changed in the past year that she's known me. When people tell me that, I always get nervous. I mean, she said it was a good thing, but I always wonder if there was something wrong with me before. I think if anything, I've just gotten more comfortable with myself, and I've given up on trying to make other people happy when it means that I can't be. Not to say that I don't try to make people happy, I do all the time. But seeing them happy leads to me being happy, for the most part. I don't know where I'm going with this...
Onto other things...
I had a pretty lame week filled with homework and tests, but they're done now so there's no use complaining. I will, however, explain all of the reasons I love my family and friends, because they are incredible.
On Weds I got a strand of pearls from my parents. They're beautiful, and make me feel like a complete sorority girl, but I love them.
In addition to the large volume of ims and phone calls I received after midnight, I woke up to over 40 ims. Which made me so happy. And I got a whole bunch more throughout the day. I also got a large collection of facebook messages, word up to facebook for alerting the media that I was turning twenty.
Got lots of cards in the mail, and they are now covering my walls. I love how my friends all send me cards with pink, sparkles and fashion themes. They know me well.
Plus, my dad sent me a box of Godiva's for Valentines day. Way to go, Dad.
In conclusion, the majority of my friends make me ridiculously happy. A few of them, not so much, but whatever. Sucks to be them.
Have I grown up? I guess. The other day my big told me that I've changed in the past year that she's known me. When people tell me that, I always get nervous. I mean, she said it was a good thing, but I always wonder if there was something wrong with me before. I think if anything, I've just gotten more comfortable with myself, and I've given up on trying to make other people happy when it means that I can't be. Not to say that I don't try to make people happy, I do all the time. But seeing them happy leads to me being happy, for the most part. I don't know where I'm going with this...
Onto other things...
I had a pretty lame week filled with homework and tests, but they're done now so there's no use complaining. I will, however, explain all of the reasons I love my family and friends, because they are incredible.
On Weds I got a strand of pearls from my parents. They're beautiful, and make me feel like a complete sorority girl, but I love them.
In addition to the large volume of ims and phone calls I received after midnight, I woke up to over 40 ims. Which made me so happy. And I got a whole bunch more throughout the day. I also got a large collection of facebook messages, word up to facebook for alerting the media that I was turning twenty.
Got lots of cards in the mail, and they are now covering my walls. I love how my friends all send me cards with pink, sparkles and fashion themes. They know me well.
Plus, my dad sent me a box of Godiva's for Valentines day. Way to go, Dad.
In conclusion, the majority of my friends make me ridiculously happy. A few of them, not so much, but whatever. Sucks to be them.