I don't know why I'm writing this post... I just am.

I don't have anything really to talk about... So I'll ramble.

I'm nine days shy of eighteen, and I feel so old yet so young at the same time. I've never acted or looked my age, just today someone thought I was in diapers in 1988. 'fraid not. Six years later maybe!

I'm currently experiencing my first of what I'm sure will be many financial stresses, I'm afraid I've overspent, and now have to wait the remaining ten days to payday. I have to remind myself that I need to pay myself first (savings).

I'm about to sign up for my own medical insurance, and for some reason, that scares me. It's kind of a final realization that I'm not a kid anymore. I've got to take care of myself. To me, that's soooooo scary!

I'm excited for life. Honestly. I know it's just beginning. It's just these first few steps are kind of terrifying!

I've signed up for college. I'm taking math, English, Spanish, art, and a computer class. I need to transfer my credits from USU, (thank you EdNet!) and I have to academically perform well in order to keep my scholarships. No pressure!

I guess I'm writing this post because I needed a brain dump. So here it is.