This is the year we all turn 18

My friend turns 18 tomorrow, and I helped throw her a partay!


We danced...


and ate...


some of us even got down... (yeah that's me!)


It was a bbbbbllllllaaaaasssssttttt. Insanity is pretty much the only way to describe the thought of turning 18. It's such a big birthday, but I'm not sure if I feel like I should be turning 18 yet. Or maybe I feel like I'm way past 18, and should be turning 25. I feel like I just turned 16, but I also feel like everything I want to do right now is what I have to wait until I'm older to do. Time and age are confusing things.