I won't be Seventeen forever.

And in a way, i'm excited.

I'm excited for what can happen.

Do you want to know how I imagine being 18 will be?

I'll be able to go wherever i want. (that is reasonable) I'm definitely sure if I said "Mom, Dad, i'm going to go to Texas to see my stickam friends!!" they would say no. But I want to be able to at least be like "Hey mom, dad, some friends and I wanted to go to Ocean City Thursday for the day, is that cool?" and them saying "Sure, if you have the money! have fun!" I want to come home with some ear piercings, have them roll their eyes, say they dont like it, but still accept it since i'm 18, an adult. I expect to come home and get my lip pierced, have them roll their eyes, but still accept it since i'm an adult. I dont think I want to get a tattoo. Piercings can be taken out at times, and taken out when i'm older. But not tattoos. I just wish my parents see that it's only temporary. 

I don't feel like typing anymore. There is so much I can say, but I dont know how to get it down in words. I'd have to like spill my heart out on this blog to explain it all.

I'm just really worried that i'm going to be 18, and nothing is going to be different. I use to be depressed with life, but since Christmas, ALL i've been looking forward to is being 18. Hell, I even have a countdown on my myspace that says 108 and 22 hours till i'm 18. It's what i'm looking forward to. That there will be change, and something will be different. 

This blog is taking me forever to write because I am watching Castaway. Scott put it on and then went to sleep. I watched pretty much the whole thing, and it's such a sad movie. Like it forreal made me sad. 

I think this post failed. 

It was going to huge talking about what I can't wait for when i'm 18.

Buttttt

I guess it's only going to say a little bit now.

Sorry.