Birthday Thoughts and Ramblings

Tomorrow is my 16th birthday, folks. And I must say that I'm purty darn excited about this new year, and terrified at the same time. Terrified, yes. Why? Well, I guess it's the prospect of only having roughly 2 years left of school that scares me a little bit, leaving home eventually and living life as my own person. Out in the big 'ol crewel world, that place I've only really read about in books and talked about with people who have been there. It sounds fascinating and horrible.    It's daunting to be sure. But with lots of prayer, Nutella, and hugs I should get through it just fine. Through these last years of school, at least.  (Interruption: I just walked into the kitchen to make myself a peanut butter sandwich and I accidentally knocked my bread off the counter top. But, instead of landing creamy smooth side down, it landed peanut butter side UP! Felt so happy I whooped and made a fist pump. Back to the post now.)
16 has always been that coming of age number, that age where you have finally grown out of being a child, and are almost considered to be an adult, (almost). You can have your drivers leaning permit, you can get a job easier, lots of pretty shnazzy stuff. So, I'm excited about it, and terrified, but that's okay. Because most things in life scare the bejeebers out me, but I move on and read a book. Yup. Or make some fettuccine alfredo. Expanding waist lines make you forget about the scariness of life.

ANYWAY. I'm rambling about things, I don't have much to say, and I need to go wrap my presents to myself. Kidding. I almost did the thing like Mr. Bean, you know the one where he sends himself a dozen identical Christmas cards because no one else did? Cracks me up all the time, I tried to find it on Youtube for you guys but I got carried away and started watching THIS instead. You're welcome.

And I'm gone! Off to the swimming pool with some friends, because it's like 100 degrees today. Icky sticky.
xoxo Johanna