The Social Porcupine

Yes, I'm twenty-one.  Yes, I don't really play with toys anymore. Yes, I'm crazy. Are you surprised???  I have like the most amazing story ever to tell. It involves that doll selfie you see up above. You see I really like selfies... that's actually not the point of this post, HAHA. Anyways, for as along as I can remember I always wanted an American Girl doll. We'd get all the catalogs, and I'd devour every single picture until the next catalog came in. I wanted one of the dolls so bad. Felicity and Josefina were my favorites, but I also liked the doll of the current girl of the year (I can't remember which one she was anymore) . I finally decided I wanted an American Girl doll so badly I'd save for one and buy her. I was nine years old when my dad took the money to the bank. I was so excited! I finally had enough money, I was finally going to get the doll of my dreams. But that very day my aunt called to tell my mom something she had j...

So, I don't usually do birthday posts... But 21 is supposed to be a special age, so why not? On Monday I had my 21st birthday. To tell the truth I haven't been that excited about my birthday. I could care less about being 21 (it's supposed to be some sort of magic number???) The only ages I actually ever looked forward to growing up were 17 and 20. 17 because it was my golden birthday, and 20 because I would no longer be a teenager .  {I never liked being a teenager and being associated with the drama and stupidity of that age ;p} 17 was a good year. I started working many of my first jobs and started getting out more and experiencing life and what I wanted to do. It was a great year. 20 was (has been weird) . I mean, there's been a lot of good. But a lot of bad , too. I finally went in and got my driver's license. I was baptized :D Friendships were created and strengthened. I worked a lot, and I've seen my writing ...