Last Day of my Childhood

And I am at home with a cold. It's not horrible, but it's not mild either. This morning, I figured, I could either stay home today, rest a bit, and feel better by tomorrow, or I could go out, make myself worse, and miss out on all the birthday fun that is scheduled for tomorrow. So here I am, in housecoat and slippers, kitten purring on my lap and blowing my noise every 2 minutes. Oh well.
I am turning 18 tomorrow. I am excited and a little bit nervous. Adulthood...young adult hood....I mean, what if there is some sort of ritual no one has told me about? What if tomorrow morning I wake up, wearing a white dress and covered in lamb's blood, chained to a cliffside over a stormy sea, being lashed at by the rain in some sort of obscure pagan ceremony that is kept a secret from us children, only to fail the test of endurance and be fed to a monster?!
Or perhaps just sushi with my dad. Huzzah!
And now I am going to have a shower and sit in the back garden for a while, contemplating the brilliant blue sky of my last day as a child.
Also, someone commented on my blog! Yayayayay, this brings me joy! Please, people, feel free to do so. Just don't spam, okay? Thanks.

Musical Quote of the Day

"I'm fifteen for a moment
Caught in between ten and twenty
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are

I'm twenty-two for a moment
She feels better than ever
And we're on fire
Making our way back from Mars

Fifteen there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose
Fifteen there's never a wish better than this
When you only got a hundred years to live"

-Five for Fighting Title: 100 Years