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So let's just pretend I haven't been AWOL for three weeks.
Happy fourth of July, everyone!
It's not as nice as it could be here, because it's raining, but the sun came out during the parade I went to, and I can still kind of see blue, so that's good. For the past... month or more, we've only had four or five nice days, so I love the fact that it's finally becoming marginally nice. I'm particularly glad I got to go to the parade and it wasn't too foggy.
It's also supposed to be nice tomorrow for my birthday, so I'm glad for that. My birthday's going to be outside, down at my sister's pond. It's going to be fun, even though I can hardly believe I'm turning fifteen. In some ways, I do feel fifteen, but in other ways, I don't. Sometimes I feel older, sometimes younger, and it's just strange. Was it really just two years ago I was getting angry when people thought I wasn't mature enough just because of the fact I was thirteen? It seems like just yesterday -- and, really, my life hasn't changed much. I'm still trying to make people believe I'm not some silly little teenager who is trying to make herself out to be more mature than she actually is, and I might be succeeding. I'm not sure.
I just hope people show up for my birthday. The people from my youth group are coming, so that's good, and I hope my best friend can come as well. I'm excited!
Happy fourth of July, everyone!
It's not as nice as it could be here, because it's raining, but the sun came out during the parade I went to, and I can still kind of see blue, so that's good. For the past... month or more, we've only had four or five nice days, so I love the fact that it's finally becoming marginally nice. I'm particularly glad I got to go to the parade and it wasn't too foggy.
It's also supposed to be nice tomorrow for my birthday, so I'm glad for that. My birthday's going to be outside, down at my sister's pond. It's going to be fun, even though I can hardly believe I'm turning fifteen. In some ways, I do feel fifteen, but in other ways, I don't. Sometimes I feel older, sometimes younger, and it's just strange. Was it really just two years ago I was getting angry when people thought I wasn't mature enough just because of the fact I was thirteen? It seems like just yesterday -- and, really, my life hasn't changed much. I'm still trying to make people believe I'm not some silly little teenager who is trying to make herself out to be more mature than she actually is, and I might be succeeding. I'm not sure.
I just hope people show up for my birthday. The people from my youth group are coming, so that's good, and I hope my best friend can come as well. I'm excited!
