The I-Totally-Almost-Forgot-To-Write-A-Post-For-Today Post

BUT I DIDN'T! AND I'M HERE! DANIELLE TUESDAY EVERYONE! *APPLAUSE*

So I don't think we have a theme for today. We did talk about having a theme that is meaty, and you know, with depth, but we failed to do the actual deciding-on-a-theme part, so now I don't have a direction to go to and I'm kinda just winging it as I go along. Sounds like my life, amirite?

Here's a thing that is happening soon: I'm turning seventeen. SEVENTEEN. You guys. I'm turning se.ven. teen. It sounds like such a grown-up age to me. When I was younger all of my cousins were in college by seventeen and some were already living on their own. This is probably where the grown-uppy vibes that I get from the age of seventeen comes from. The thing is I do not myself give off grown-uppy vibes. I give off twelve-year-old-who-is-high-on-medication-vibes (dashes are a thing today, apparently). And yes, I am worried about the life beyond the realm of secondary school. But we don't talk about that. Everything the light touches is ours, bosomed bloggers, but you see that shadowy place with all the college students? That's beyond our borders, and you must never go there.

But yeah. Growing up is happening too fast and I do not in any way feel prepared for it. But time's not going to wait for me is it.

In other news, I have done my challenge this week, and you were all a witness to it. I managed to eat about 5 marshmallows in a minute (I know, for shame) but our friend Ciara managed to eat TEN. Ten marshmallows a minute. Very effing impressive. I wish I had that talent.

Okay that's going to be it for me for today. Because as much as I'm missing blogging and the sound and feel of the keyboard beneath my fingers, it is nearly time for me to give up this machine with which I am communicating with you. So goodnight, my dear bosomed bloggers. Goodnight.

-Danielle