16

You know, it doesn't feel any different, really. I mean, other than the fact that it's the age I have always associated with being a teenager, I really don't feel anything special.

Sweet Sixteen.

Weird.

It was a decent day. Nothing too special. Barbequed veggies and a wicked peanut butter and chocolate pie. But other than that (and the fact that I have literally no homework for tomorrow), today was pretty average.

Not that I'm complaining.

I guess life's just... ordinary. Not bad, not good. Just normal.

And I'm 16 years old.

I remember being a little kid and imagining what my life would be like at 16. I thought I'd know guys and go out and do stuff. Or that I'd have my license and make sure to get it on my birthday.

I'm not what I expected. Which really isn't a bad thing.

Little kid expectations never really hit the mark, I think.

Blah. I don't know.

I'm just rambling now.

Emily