Snow White Goes to College

I'm sort of at the beginning of a new era of my life. I'm at the cusp of adulthood (cusp. heehee.) and beginning the more mature and independent stage of my life.
To celebrate this mature-ness, I am going to list all of the great things that come with adulthood.

• Driving- I'm not yet terrorizing the streets with my awful driving, but after I turn eighteen, watch out. I'm not a huge fan of driving, but even I can't deny that driving means more independence. And just wait 'til I get my own car...
• Voting- It's just cool that I can have a say in how I'm governed. Every vote counts, right?
• I Know More About Stuff- This may sound shallow, and hey, maybe it is, but when I was little I would always think how it was so cool that adults knew so much. I couldn't wait to be smart like them!
• Independence!- I can now go shopping by myself, go to the supermarket by myself, go to the pool by myself. I used to be scared to do those things when I was young. I needed my mommy with me. I still want my mom with me sometimes, but that's different.
• College-  School back in the day was awful. Full of know-it-alls, assholes and bitches. And douchebags. So many douchebags. In college, there is no social hierarchy. Everyone is different, and it's all good.

Meh, I just decided that adulthood isn't all that great. Now some cool I used to do as a kid (that I still love doing):

•  Pretend- "Pretend I was a warrior elf lady who rode her white stallion all across the land!" "Pretend I was a witch who did magic and people came to me for potions to help them!" (*crush various plants with rocks*) "Pretend Harry Potter was my boyfriend!"
• Dressing Up- When I was little, anytime I could put on a costume I would. My mother loves telling the story of how every time I watched Snow White I would rush to my room and come out in full Snow White costume. If I could dress up every day in a costume, I would. Unfortunately, it interferes with life. You know how these things are.
• Writing and Sending Letters in the Mail- I did this for years after I moved. My friends and I would write all the damn time, and I loved it. I miss it. I have no one to write to anymore, and this saddenes me.
• Amelia's Notebook- Amelia was my first book obsession. My friend and I loved these books, and we even made notebooks ourselves, complete with a million stickers. To this day I still write my journals only in composition notebooks. They just seem so safe to me.
• Making Houses for My Barbies- When my sister or friends and I played barbies, we would make whole damn towns for them. And very detailed houses. Down to the tiny notebooks we made for them. I love little versions of big things and I want to make a miniature dollhouse one day. 

I really haven't grown up in some ways. My favorite shows are still cartoons, my favorite foods are sweets, and I still mess around with my sister as if we were six. In fact, this morning I got overtly excited when I saw that Danny Phantom was on. I sang to the theme song and squealed with joy. Latest proof of my immaturity:

 

Also, a little update on what I am currently reading. I have a list of fifty books I want to read this year and perhaps I'll post it tomorrow. For now:

Anyway, I had one heck of a day today. We did gesture drawings and blind contours in drawing class today. Ugh, and I have a French final to study for tomorrow. Better get some sleep. Buenas Noches.