I just realized it's July 1st. That means half the calendar year has passed already. I remember when my dad would take our (my sisters', brother's and my) height and weight and record it somewhere. I don't remember when we stopped doing it... possibly when my eldest sister left for college. I think I stopped growing around then, but I'm still getting heavier. I don't think I can gain much more weight now. Maybe 170 at the most. My driver's license still lists me as 5' 3" and 115 lbs. even though I told the freakin DMV lady that I was about 5' 8". That makes me feel old. At least my friends still make me feel young. I'm ready for another road trip. For as long as I don't have a job, I need to do something. Something to remind me I'm not so old. Something that helps me grow.

The moment you stop growing is the exact point at which you start dying. At least on the inside.