It's my birthday today. I'm so excited! Mostly it's because my brother bought me a pink tiara, but that's okay.

I'm turning 18 years old. I'm now officially an adult. Most kids think of all the priveliges that come with that title, but I tend to think of the responsibilities. Yeah, you can legally smoke, but you're going to be the one paying for the doctor bills later on. Sure, you can buy a house, but you're going to be the one paying that mortgage. Not your parents, you. You are now responsible for your own looking after. You can stay out as late as you want, but you're the one who has to make sure that you can get up in time for work the next morning. With every privelige comes a responsibility.

I am excited about my birthday, but it also scares me to death. I don't know if that makes any sense. I know that God will protect me from things, but he doesn't make me immune to stuff. If I screw up and make a big mess out of things, I'm going to have to clean it up myself. I won't have my parents to get me up, dust me off and put band-aids and kisses on all my owies. I think that's what scares me the most about this whole thing.

Anyhow, I haven't written much because my routine is really off since I'm working. See, we don't have internet at home, and since I'm only home in the mornings, I have to do housework and school then. I don't get to come up to the store for very long periods of time. So I'm sorry if you gave up on me ever writing again!

The Birthday Girl,
Anna