"19 is the new 35"

I hate that I don't blog as much as I should.

And I hate that when I do blog...or crave it...it's when I'm procrastinating something.

Anyway, now that I'm here, let me cut to the chase.

I turned 19 on Sunday! AHH.

I have to say though, this was my favorite birthday ever. And I've had some pretty great birthdays.

Like my Quinceanera:

Or this super cool (3rd?) birthday party at Chuck-e-Cheese:

Or my 1st birthday, where I obviously developed my love for cake:

But really. Over the years I've had some good times. And I've had some bad. (cough, last year, cough) But this year. Was just great. For some reason, I had this fear, that no one would remember my birthday...that I'd just sit in my dorm all day Sunday and have my own little party watching football or something.

Didn't happen.

Basically, I had SO much fun with some of my best friends. Had 2 birthday dinners. Capitalized on as much free stuff as I possibly could. There wasn't really a dull moment.

And even though I wasn't at home, my family made it just as great. They made me videos and sent me cards, which meant just as much as anything else I could've done at home.

My mom, though, made me a video that made my cry like a baby. Like, I'm tearing up just thinking about it. She scanned a bunch of my baby pictures, and compiled it into a slideshow that went to an acoustic version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. So then I started to feel really really old. Which yeah, I know, I'm not old at all, really.

But here's what freaks me out:

People my age get married.

What.

Yeah, okay, so it's typically mostly only in the Mormon culture. Aka Mesa/Utah. But still. Even 20, 21, girls get married.

"19 is the new 35. You're in your PRIME!"

Um. How can someone like me get married? That's what old people do. Well. Not old people. But people who got married were always so old compared to me. One of my dear friends is engaged. She's a year younger than me.

Uhhhhhh.

There's no turning back now. It's full speed ahead. I have to be responsible from now until forever. From now until forever I have to worry about jobs, and money, and housing. Grown up stuff.

GROWN UP STUFF.

I shouldn't have to worry about that. Can't I just party at Chuck-e-cheese some more?

I need to stop. There's no point trying to grow up too fast.

For now, I'm just going to enjoy my youth while I still can. That means drinking too many energy drinks, listening to music incredibly loud, and eating more sweets than is medically acceptable.

So here's to being 19: