Perhaps I'm just paranoid...

Tomorrow night I'm going out to one of my first parties where there will be alcohol.

Some might congratulate me on growing up, but to be frank I'm quite keen to stay a kid, thanks.

I don't want to drink. I've seen and heard enough about the affects of alcohol on people, especially us nieve teenaged ones. I don't want to wind up with a spiked drink either. Apparently you die... (I am oh so subtle.)

I have a paranoia that if I die, I might miss so many things.
I'm quite okay with death and dying and my life after this life ends.
I suppose I'm just a whiny teenaged kid who still has things to.

- Get a date to formal.
- Get the cute boy at the bookstore to notice me.
- Learn to do a proper cartwheel.
- Solve the Rubik's square. (It's driving me a little crazy.)
- Have long hair again.

Ah. The messed up priorities of the teenage mind. It makes me laugh; way out loud!

I suppose if I died I would miss leaving cheese pizza outside the cinema. That and driving around, screaming Fall Out Boy lyrics out of rolled down windows.

Most of all I'd miss the people.

By the way, I'm not trying to make a sad blog. I suppose I am just a whole lot paranoid.

I love you guys all so much, and when I am still alive tomorrow my blog will have a less-sad topic. Loveface.