twenty

(Ok, my birthday isn't for another twelve days. But if you look at it technically, that means I'm twelve days away from finishing my twentieth year, twelve days away from beginning my twenty-first year. So I'd say I'm close enough. Besides, I'll forget to post this if I save it.)

"Where whatever you like," my mama always says when I ask her what to wear to this or that event, "you're a teenager. You can get away with anything." But now I'm not. Do the rules change? Am I going to have to start dressing fashionably? Thankfully my grandmother sent me clothes money for Christmas, and thankfully my mama bought me pants for Christmas, so I didn't spend the whole check on pants like I usually do. (sheepish grin) I bought two decently nice girl shirts. (Imagine that) Then again, decently nice for me probably means Saturday clothes for regular girls. Oh well, I tried. You have to start somewhere, right? Now hopefully I will actually wear them on the weekdays.