Wow. My 16th year is coming to a close. 21 more days of this and then…a new morning will come, and with that morning…nothing different. Really 16, 17 what’s the difference? Nothing. Just a name. What is in a name? Heh…alot. When you hear Veronica Love or Veronica Smith…there is a definatly difference in the mental pictures that come to mind.

So I guess there is a difference. I mean I will be one year closer to 18. One year closer to full responsibilties. One year closer to shaking off the “minor”. One year closer to being able to vote…and oh how I’ve been waiting for that. One year closer to…gosh everything.

May the 21 days past eventfully. 3 weeks…and you can all wish me a Happy Birthday.