I'm getting old.

Guess who turned 18 yesterday! Yep, that's right, Yours Truly. And my day was great, for the most part.

I woke up at 4:45am, tried to make myself as pretty as possible, drove to Starbucks where my best friends were waiting for me (they are AMAZING), sipped a Pumpkin Spice Latte and chatted until 7:00am, rushed to school and arrived just in time for the bell, went through first, second, and third period with ease, but then failed a quiz in Government, begrudgingly attended rehearsal from 3:00 to 5:00pm, and finally went to Gianna's Italian Kitchen for dinner with my family.

Yes, it was a fun day. But the real celebration will be on Friday night—not a huge deal, just a nice little birthday/Halloween get-together with a few good friends. The plan is to watch scary movies into the wee hours of the night while stuffing our faces with pumpkin cake. It will be lovely.

But, anyway, I cannot believe I'm already 18... I mean, I could legally get married if I wanted to. And even though that in itself it pretty awesome (just kidding, no boyfriend here!), I'm really going to miss being 17. It's just a good age, is it not? It's the age of innocence and self-discovery, falling in love and having fun. And, okay, I didn't fall in love, but it was still a BLAST, and I learned quite a bit.

Maybe this year will be just as great... I'm hoping for the best!