Eighteen

Well... as of tomorrow, I'll be an adult in the eyes of the law.

... how scary is that? I don't feel like I should be turning 18. It shouldn't be allowed. I mean... I get to vote now. You are allowing the person who just spent the time it took to get into her pajamas thinking about the similarities between Andrew Jackson and Batman, to vote. Never mind that; I just told you that that is how I spend my time. If there was ever a measurement of immaturity and bad judgement, I'm pretty sure that's it.

So anyway.

I've been spending quite a bit of my time lately trying to navigate prom drama... it is awful. My "date"'s mother threw a bit of a fit when she heard I didn't want to rent a limo for the evening, and then a few of my other friends decided that we needed to do prom "right," meaning that we do, in fact, need to rent a limo, get no sleep, and spend the whole weekend together, in the city... I don't know about everybody else, but I can't function like that. It's not so much the physical tiredness that bothers me: I just can't spend that much time with other people constantly around me. It's tiring... and I love my friends. I really do. I just... need some down time. And I honestly don't see the point of renting a bloody limo...

But I'm really not in the mood for a confrontation. I never am, unfortunately... so I don't know how this will work out. I'm just surprised that some of my friends are so into the "doing prom 'right'" thing... that being said, it is only the girls making a fuss of it. I'm so glad that most of my friends are guys... I really am. They don't care much either way about prom. Just one of the wonderful things about them.

Sorry about that. Thought I should just get that out. We did get my shoes back, finally... and, of course, I'm still about half and inch too short for the dress, even in the 3 inch heels. (I have to say, a small bit of my brain is still hoping that I'll somehow miraculously grow two inches before this summer.) So, we're getting the dress hemmed. And then dry cleaned, and pressed. And, of course, this is all my mum here. If it weren't for her, it probably wouldn't even have occurred to me to get shoes.

In other news... I'm going to have to get better at replying to comments on the blog. Starting... now. Thanks so much to everybody for reading. I'm really happy I can get news to everybody now, and to some relatively far away places. I've been missing my godfather very much lately, and it's just... you know. It's just good to know we're still in contact. :)

I hope you're all doing well, as always. I'll write again tomorrow... until then, all my love,

Tasha