Realization

I'm 17. Holy fluffing cow, I'm seventeen. Does anyone understand the gravity of this situation???

I don't think you do. See, it isn't that I just figured out how old I am. What it is, is that I just got back from a party a little more than an hour ago. I drove myself and August to this party. By MYSELF. I hate driving. So much that I had a car that I didn't use so my parents sold it because I didn't want to drive it. It's name was Gizmo :) But moving on, I picked up August at her house and then took us to a party. When the party was over, I dropped her off at home and drove home by myself. I wasn't completely terrified, but I still don't like driving.

The fact of the matter is, I'm getting old.

Don't scoff, I know you're scoffing. It's true. 17 years is a long time to have lived when you compare it to some things. For instance, the life of a gerbil. 17 years would be an impossibly long time for a gerbil to live. I can't think of any more examples right now, but when I can, I'll let you know. But really, tonight I practically had a panic attack on the way to get August when I realized what I was doing. If I wasn't so close to her neighborhood I might have had to pull over. I'm exaggerating a bit here.

Truly though, I'm afraid of being 17. It's terrifying. I would never EVER dream of staying in high school, I just can't really picture myself getting older. There's... *shudders* college, and a job, and a husband, and a family, and all kinds of crazy stuff that I probably shouldn't be worried about right now, but dear Blog, I am. Very very worried. I think I need to go to sleep.

The party I'm having with Nicolette in approximately 15 hours will de-stress me. Goodnight.