So I turned nineteen. On Sunday. It was a wild party. I mean, it was fun. I saw The Spring Standards in Ann Arbor, so that was pretty cool. Nineteen looks like this. Except that I was wearing the same dress I wore when I turned eighteen.
Eighteen looked like this. And this and this and this.
I think these pictures show us a variety of things, like my sheer sex appeal, my tendency to wear bandanas, and my deep vanity. Being eighteen was a lot of fun. I went to college. I passed drafting (GUYS, I PASSED DRAFTING) and made a million and a half squares out of cut paper. I didn't finish NaNo. I switched out of Furniture. I saw the last half of the last Harry Potter movie. I started a blog (Fifteen-Seventeen!) that I'm really proud of. I drew a million cubes for Design Drawing. I started a new (awesome) book. I acquired a twitter addiction (follow me @froomla) and I got tweeted by...wait for it...@ThisAmerLife! Let's not talk about how getting tweeted by Ira Glass is a high point of my year.
Thanks for coming along for the ride, guys. It's been fun.