I don't really feel any older.

but it's nice to be home. I just got back from honor choir, which was okay. I learned that it's a really bad idea to give high-schoolers cake before a concert. (although, seeing what they were doing to the bus earlier, it might just be a bad idea to get them wound up.)

But today was also my sixteenth birthday. I got my SusieMag, (YAY!) the double Daring Book for Girls (which tells you how to dye your hair with kool-aid) and the aforementioned cake. Now, it's past midnight, and I am going to bed. I STILL have to go to school tomorrow. It's good to be home.

although, I admit I did not expect to come home to find my room covered in crepe paper. I suspect my mom and Numi, my BFF (who else would write HI in crepe paper over my bed?)