It's Mike's and my last day as teenagers. I mentioned to Anne this evening at dinner that it was my last meal as a teenager and she said "WHAT? You're still a teenager?!? You are young!." I thought she knew that already, but I can't blame her. I don't know the ages of half of my friends. Actually, I take that back. I do know most of their ages, but the whole age thing really doesn't matter that much to me anymore. Most of my friends are between 19 and 23, but everyone seems the same age when it comes down to it.

My friends keep asking what I want for my birthday. I tell them I want no stress and free time. Unfortunatly, I don't think I'll get either of those. Oh well.