  So much for being mature... I was really getting sick of people thinking I was older than I am.
I will herby refer to the John Mayer/Counting Crows concert in which Robin and I were mistaken for being of age to consume alcoholic beverages. And even at the salon tonight, my stylist asked if I was home from college for the summer. So the reasoning is a little of-kilter, the point is I have a new look.
A younger look. I hope. Meghan and I had a loooooooong conversation today. It's officially happened, people. Meg has lost her marijuana-virginity. She is now a card carrying member of Stoners-R-US. Do I sound mad? I am, I guess. I hate growing up. I mean, I still distinctly remember the day that we first shaved our legs. It was a Friday, her parents were at dinner, and we were supposed to be babysitting her brothers and sister.
Instead we snuck upstairs and used her mom's razor to shave our legs. I don't even think I had hair on my legs. I was ten! But it was all so innocent. Innocence seems thrown out the window these days. What's next? Loosing our virginity-virginity? Touchy subject, sorry. At least I'm being honest. I know neither one of us is stupid, and that everyone does it eventually... I'm done. No more sex talk. Ugh. Goonies countdown: 3 days. Affectionately... Anna 
