Saturday, April 16, 2011
Let's get one thing straight, friends: life is just oisome.
[Image by Keilah Engstrom]
Don't know what's overtaken me, but I'm posting on my blog. ::Gasp:: Don't fall out of your chair, now.
Life is oisome.
There are a few things you need to know. For starters, I'm eighteen. Call me predictable and antiqueted, but I feel that this is significant.
Brennan: Grace, you're turning eighteen. I'm so sorry. We cool sixteen-year-olds won't allow ourselves to associate with you. [Brennan is chuckling and elbowing me teasingly]
Grace: Brennan! You look like you're about to cry!
Brennan: [looks surprised] I do?
Grace: It's okay, though. Someday this awesomeness will happen to you, as well. There is hope yet. And I know it's going to be hard for you, not associating with the eighteen-year-olds, but your day will come.
Being awesome, Brennan laughed.
I think that only three or four or so posts down, I was almost lamenting turning seventeen [yes-- I've really neglected this Locket o' mine]. If Brennan [who totally rocks my socks off, for the record] had teased me then, I would have been the one bursting into tears, or at least, "looking like I'm about to cry."
But this crazy roller coaster that is life! This adventure-- it's going to be thrilling. It's going to leave me breathless [I'm already panting, I don't know about you...] and it's nothing to be afraid of.