growing up

well, growing up. what does that mean? we all hear it and we never believe it..but we say it. we ask for it...but what are we growing up to? my mother? my sister? my teacher? a perception?

i believe there comes a time in each persons life where THEY define what is "grown up".

i have so much on my mind i don't know where to start...i love life. i love my family. i love my friends. i love. i love so much. deeply.

i.love.everything.

blogging...

wow, haven't blogged in a while. i guess no need, i don't feel disconnected from friends and family. life is good. but isn't always life good? is blogging necessary...don't i have a journal? email? a telephone? sms? twitter? facebook? all of this constant computer interaction is going to do something to the world.