1.25.2009

I'm terrified

of growing up.

Call me paranoid or over-dramatic, I don't care.

It's the fact that my friend talked about something ten years ago and the fact that I realized that I could actually remember something ten years ago.

It's the fact that's it's not the 90's anymore....it's not even the 0's or whatever.

It's the fact that I'm not growing anymore.

It's the fact that I can't go to anymore Harry Potter book premiers.

It's the fact that Hannah Montana is younger than me.

It's the fact that I went to my last Davis vs. Viewmont basketball game.

It's the fact that this is the last time I will be have a chance to fall off the stage repeated times in the musical.

It's the fact that I can only harass Banewicz for a few more months.

It's the fact that Paige and I closed a business last night on our own and knew exactly what to do.

It's the fact that my parents didn't call me last night to see where I was.

It's the fact that I had a fever yesterday, but I got up myself and took the right pills for the right thing.

It's the fact that I voted this year.

It's the fact that I bought my own camera.

It's the fact that I'm finally realizing I can't treat my body like crap anymore.

It's the fact that I'm starting to feel what love really feels like but I'm opening my eyes to the world of people that hate each other.

It's the fact that I'm going to prom for the last time this year.

It's the fact that I'm going to have a kid in the next 10 years.

It's the fact that my mom isn't telling me to practice guitar anymore.

It's the fact that my parents don't yell at me when I'm late to school anymore.

It's the fact that my friends are going to different schools.

It's the fact that I'm not scared of spiders anymore.

It's the fact that my dad has been alive for half a century.

It's the fact that I can't complain about having to go to chemistry in that vinegar-y smelling hall next year.

It's the fact that Bobby is 24.

It's the fact that Lindsey is 20.

It's the fact that my freaking dog is 16.

It's the fact that this is my last yearbook this year.

It's the fact that there aren't going to be anymore assemblies where I can air guitar in front of the whole school.

It's the fact that I'm living on my own next year.

It's the fact that my dad calls me a beautiful woman instead of his beautiful girl.

It's the fact that my eyes are getting worse.

It's the fact that I can't keep my friends forever.

It's the fact that my grandparents who are 90, will die soon.

It's the fact that I'm forgetting things.

1.11.2009

I thought this might be a good start...