I am now nineteen years of age and eagerly awaiting another year. Nineteen is strange to me- not quite old enough to drink, but old enough to do pretty much everything else.
My friends are the greatest people I know and know how to throw a party that only we would understand and enjoy- and that's perfect. Everything was perfect and our birthday was spread out over the course of three days, lasagna, homemade pazookies, chai tea, tart frozen yogurt, and a book of poetry. I'm only at number 421 in the list of things I'm thankful/glad for, but if I could cheat, I'd say my friends can take up the spaces between 421-1,000.
Also, on another note:
I thought I was in love with an idea, that what I was thinking, feeling, and observing was all in my head, but it turns out that maybe it's more than an idea. Not an idea to be acted upon, but I think it's mutual. There's nothing you can do, say, avoid, or deny about it. But, I think it's something that I can also be very thankful for because this "idea" makes me want to be better and makes me question what I'd do without it. What will I do? Because, we laugh hard and sincerely and I find that to be a key link in knowing. Because, we finish sentences,poke fun at others, touch, argue, wait, delay, push, wave, dance, annoy, run, look, glance, crash, slip, step-on, and linger on one another. This is the greatest idea I'm currently thinking of, but it's one I won't act on, because it's already been copyrighted.
This week has been pretty spectacular and I'm excited to start a new year. 20! Here I come!!! I'm on my way to you now!!! So many plans, expectations, worries and wonders to be had.
As for you English 1B, I'll get to you tomorrow.
Adieu and thank you.
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