After all of the drama, all of the stress, and all of the excitement, today was pretty good. Because in the end it isn't about the presents or the money or how many people write on your facebook wall, but it's about knowing that you have family and friends that love you and are thankful that you were born. My favorite part is always laughing and joking with my family. My R2D2 cake was pretty epic and my mom did a phenomenal job, but it was more important just to have her with me. I love my new camera, but I love my family wayy more. I love my new panties and hat and all the other stuff, but I know what's really important and what isn't. Nineteen doesn't really matter. It's just another stupid number. I'm still exactly the same as I was yesterday. Maybe not the same as last year, but that has nothing to do with my age and more to do with life experiences. I wish it wasn't the phrase 'how old are you?' but maybe 'how much life experience have you had' 19 years of experience today, my friends.
Love love love.
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