i'm a grown up

Today I felt like a grown up.

For the first time since I moved away, I made a legitimate dinner! Although it was far from being comparable to my mother's cooking, I was pretty proud of myself.

I made pasta with alfredo sauce! I also fried some squash with salt and pepper, had a kiwi, and made a salad.

Reasons it could have been better: I didn't realize that the noodles took so long to cook. So they were kind of hard. Also, put less oil in the pan when frying squash.

I also did laundry for my first time ever! Well, I do my laundry at home sometimes, but this time it was all me. I kind of liked it! But the washing machines confused me a little, but other than that, my clothes came out clean and warm and in tact!

All in all, today I accomplished a lot. I'm pretty proud of myself! Now onto another week. Happy Monday, all!

firsts.

There are firsts for everything. First words. First steps. First day of school, and first days of school.

Today was a first for my little brother, the 13 year old, the baby of the family.

He's going to his first birthday party!

And not just any birthday party...

A girl's birthday party!

And he got her a present. Oh, isn't he just so cute? I'm so proud of him. He's beginning to engage with the opposite gender! *tear*

It sucks to grow up when...

... you've been denied. To go to girls camp.

Yes, I know. I'm too old.

Screw it.

I want to go anyways. There shouldn't be a rule that says graduated seniors can't go.

If you love girls camp and it's your favorite place in the world, then why can't you go? If you make friends with the younger girls, are an example, and still have fun with everyone, why can't you go? WHY CAN'T I GO? I hate rules.

I hate being left at home while everyone else is at my favorite place ever.