i'm 18. most of the time i don't feel old. yes, i can buy dry ice and call the numbers on infomercials, but it doesn't feel real yet.
then... then, things are put into perspective. my oldest sister got married at 18. i have friends who are getting married, and i see girls i looked up to two years ago that are married.
don't worry, i'm not making plans now, but it's days like today when i have young women's lessons on 'preparing to be an eternal companion', and my awesome leaders make us huge pink crowns to wear around to remind us that we're princesses, and i think about where i'm going next in life, and i think about it... and it's trippy!
this could be me. am i ready? will i be in six months, or a year, or even two?
i know everything will happen right when it should, but i'm nervous.
but mostly excited. nervous and excited. [finally found this quote! everyone was doubting me. from 10 Things I Hate About You: "I'm just so nervous. You know? And I'm also very excited. I'm nervous and I'm excited. It's all very mixed up. I don't know..."]
don't ask me why i think about this all the time. i'm a girl. that's the only excuse i need, right?
anyway, just thought i needed to let y'all know how weird this is.
and that there are only 115 days until i graduate.
and that there's only (crossing my fingers) a week until i find out if BYU wants me.
and that i love this weird january/february utah weather.
i walked home from church in 45 degrees today.
and it was hot.
and that i'm going to the gym in 8 hours (too soon),
so i'll have to say good night:)