my birth day
October 16, 2001 at 8:14 a.m.
happy birthday to me.......
I cried about it last night, but right now I'm just breathing. I'm 22. I'm 22. I'm not 21 anymore. I'm 22. o help....
It's hard to believ I've been writing in this for over a year - last year was difficult too, if I remember correctly. This year... .
I got to live with Dallin, .
date a Baptist, .
travel to Europe, .
go to fiddle conference, .
say goodbye to Dallin, .
patch up one of the most important relationships in my life, .
drive 16 hours all by myself, .
make the friends I've been praying for for so long, .
I played 2 recitals, .
I bought lip gloss that made my lips tingle (annie I love you!!!!), .
I've learned the ins and outs of Karaoke, .
I've had my heart broken - BUT NOT BY A BOY THIS TIME (just by my violin)(but then I had an even better time doing other things so it was okay:),.
bought a new guitar, .
mov3ed into an apartment, .
joined a gym,.
still managed to gain 15 pounds.....
and I've been 21. I've never liked growing up. Maybe I don't have to.
I'm so glad I've had this year. When I look back it doesn't hurt as much and it did last year. I've had happy. It's a miracle.
Happy birthday to me. I'm still in this limbo between child and woman, but I'm not unhappy. It's okay to be here, and maybe I can stay as long as I want.
what a wonderful year... filled with dancing and friends and adventured... wish I dind't spen so much of it crying over the silly thngs. I'll learn that next year.
SUPERCRACK SAYS... not pinching!!! I don't need anymore inches!!!!!!