I crack myself up sometimes...

When I was seven, I thought tanning was for old people. A year later, I would purposefully "forget" to put on sunscreen so I would maybe get a tan when I would play outside. I just got burnt.

When I was nine, I thought if you carried a purse around it made you weird. At ten, I got my first purse for a birthday present from a friend and began using it.

When I was ten, boys had the cooties. To talk to one would be like sentencing yourself to a slow and painful death of cooties. (I never called it "cooties" of course...that would be too childish). I thought they were "soooo" weird. A few months later, the neighborhood boys became some of my best friends.

When I was eleven, I thought wearing make-up made you shallow. I detested everything about it and positively refused to wear even the slightest bit of lip-gloss. A year later, I began wearing it and appreciate it to death. I dropped the judgement of "you wear make-up, you're shallow."

When I was twelve, wearing ripped jeans made you immodest and disgusting. A few months later I bought my first pair of ripped jeans and wore them every day until they were worn to a thread.

When I was twelve and a half, I thought texting was extremely annoying and superficial. Fast forward a few months, and I text. All the time. (Just kidding...?)

A few months ago, I thought Justin Bieber sounded like a girl and looked like he was thirteen years old. I also thought he was extremely annoying. Now, as of this week...? Well...lets just say I don't think that anymore. He does look like a wittle baby, but some of his songs are super cool.

And just for the record...I'll probably be sick of him by next Tuesday. I'll let you all know. ^_-

Oh and please ignore the black nail polish...I was feeling moody the day I did my nails.