argh. i am one of those wierd moods again…i feel like writing something deep and out there, but i really don’t know what to write about…oooooooooh i got one!!!

you know how like i’m the youngest at stuff right???? my birthday is in october and i’m one of the youngest in my class, as in school class. and like even at church, in the group i hang out with, one of the youngest. in vision, one of the youngest. in tennis, one of the youngest. but the thing is, i ABSOLUTELY hate it when people tell me i can’t do something because i am too young. ok i can’t drive cause i am too young, very true, so i don’t mind that HALF as much. but when people look down on me cause of my age i’ll just go off. i do recognize my place in things though. it’s really funny cause most of the time people view me as the baby and as the “youngest one”. it’s just the wierdest feeling when you know that you’re more mature than someone who is maybe a few years older than you. it’s just the strangest feeling in the world. you KNOW that you are older on the inside, but on the outside, you’re younger. it’s even stranger when you feel older than the people your own age. :) gaaaaaah, i really wish i was older so i can do stuff. and that people will listen to me. not everybody disregards my opinion because of my age. but i really hate it when i’m taking something seriously put input and get brushed aside. one of the things that really made my week was when i was treated as an equal during vbs. the people i was working with were college age and just OOOOOOOOOLD. but they treated me as an equal. not like an underclassman, but they listened and treated me like a peer. that just really made my week.