I will be an adult in thirty nine minutes

I have so much to say.

It might take me an hour to write this all out. 

I don't know where to start to be honest. So much has happened since I last wrote. 

I'm in school now. Getting into the groove of school has been really hard. I wake up at 6:45 every morning, leave the house by 7:45 at the latest to drive in traffic to school, where I'm in class and on my feet from 8:30 to 3:00. After that, if it's a work day, I drive straight from school to work and I'm there until either 8 or 9.  That makes for a long day. I've found myself eating so much junk food and snacks and quick car food that I know I'm going to gain something like a Freshman 30 or somewhere around there.  And let me tell you, if that happens I will not be a happy camper.  I won't be a happy person, let alone a happy person sleeping in the woods in a tent. I don't understand that phrase to be honest. So far i've kept up with homework, gotten really good grades and i'm enjoying my classes immensely, but I don't know how long I can keep that up.  I think this work and school schedule is going to burn me out eventually and that is a scary thought.  I don't know what I'll do when I start feeling like I hate work and school and just want to be out of both.  I require a butt load of sleep and right now I've been getting like half a cheek's worth every night. (That example is courtesy of Oliver Toal) That isn't enough. 

I have a car. I have a license. I can drive wherever I want and almost whenever I want. It's pretty darn cool. I love feeling so independent. I feel so...wonderful I guess is the best way to put it, when I'm just driving along in my car singing Break Free, Boom Clap, or  Black Widow at the top of my lungs. Black Widow is so my jam right now. I can turn the music in my car as loud as I want and my parents aren't even in the car to turn down the song as soon as it gets to the chorus.

Just driving like...

I will be 18 tomorrow. I will be a legal adult. I will be able to drive anyone I want, I can drive after 11 PM, I can vote, I can sign my own papers, I can get a tattoo, I can do so much stuff. I can buy lotto tickets. But I WONT okay mom? Geez. What kind of a person do you think I am? lol Mainly i'm excited to be 18 because I hope that will make me seem a lot older in people's eyes. I feel like quite often people think of me as this little girl because I'm "so short and cute and adorable." I hate being that. I wish for once people would say I was pretty or a good friend or something, not just like the adorable little girl. That grates on my nerves. It Grates. 

Random things come out of my mind and I don't know how. It's kindof fun to think about what I think about. Does that make sense?

You know, that's really all I want to talk about tonight. I am tired of thinking. I want to go to sleep so I will wake up and it will be my birthday. Yep that's what I want to do. I hope you weren't too bored or confused by this post and I hope you freaking comment on it because I love when you do that. Kidding you don't have to. (But you still CANNNNN)

XO
Charlotte the birthday girl in thirty nine minutes