Flour?

Well, I am sitting down after a nice shower. I finally got all the flour out of my hair! I am so proud, it's not even funny. That's right, flour. As in, bread baking flour. We bought a bag and threw it at each other. I was coated head to toe. A few hours later, I still had flour stuck all over me. Good times.

School is closing in, with only eight days until it begins again. I got a backpack :) Also, I am very close to finishing summer reading. So, my mental prep for school is well on its way. Getting up early? Not a problem. School work? Well, let's hope not.

I've thought alot about growing up lately. Growing old, growing apart, growing taller, growing growing growing. Growing old I can handle, even though being stooped and wrinkled scares me. Growing apart is really hard. There's nothing you can really do to stop it from happening. One day you might be best friends, the next it seems like you don't talk anymore, and when you do, it's strained. But it's a part of 'growing up'. I just want to know that I can make it through. I might emerge from 'growing up' with a few scars and more than a few bruises and heartaches but without it, where would I be? In Great Expectations, Miss Havisham taught Estella not to love, so she would never get her heart broken. But now, she has no heart. So which is worse?