A Curious Girl: Getting old

It's the first of December!

And my 18th birthday is in two days.

Scary thought.

I've been telling people I'm going to be eighteen. The thing is, I don't want presents/cards, unless they especially want to give them to me. I know part of me is just telling people for attention... well to quote DC Talk, 'We all wanna be loved, tell me what's wrong with that?' (I think DC Talk sound like Hanson in that song but never mind!) But I am genuinely in awe. How on earth have I made it this far? Still relatively healthy, in love with God, with a lovely brother and sister and father I never expected to have, probably soon to go grey (my mum went grey when she was nineteen). Due for university, doing A-levels... Monday is the official end of my childhood. Birthdays should be a celebration of life - Christmas is the ultimate birthday because it's celebrating the birth of Jesus and eternal life. (My Christmas entries last year were a little more miserly but I'm going to try and look upon this year with more optimism). I'm so grateful to have had my life.

Anyway, sentimental bit over. I got my first cards through the post today - one in a purple envelope from Margaret, who is technically my aunt (well she's my adopted father's adopted sister :) ), and a big envelope from Eric. Eric's is quite heavy - it feels like there is a largish card and a book - not a novel, short-ish but thick as if it has those thick, stiff pages. No universities have written to me yet - UCAS sent me their acknowledgement letter last week so it may take a little while.

My birthday dinner is on Monday - due to a fire the Rugby club could not be used for a big party, so it's a cute family gathering instead :). Which will be just hunkydory, I've got over my initial disappointment as we're going to a nice restaurant and Grandma can't moan at me about eating too much - it is my birthday after all.

On Friday we brought in books we like to English... Diggers asked us to bring adult books if possible, but I figured that Heidi would fit into this OK, I still read it! We each had to talk about it - he cut me short, which annoyed me, just as I was getting to the best bit as well. Grr. One of the boys brought Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, which led to an interesting discussion of the wide range of ages that read Harry Potter, and the 'adult version'. Diggers advised us to read the books if we hadn't, literary history and all that.

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