March 26, 1992

Happy Birthday to me! I’m 18! So far it hasn’t been any big deal, but I’m going to see my mom this afternoon, so who knows. I got up this morning, and she called to tell me that someone named James called at 12:02 to tell me happy birthday. I still don’t know who it was. Maybe I’ll find out later. When I got to school, I went down to where we all stand in the morning, and Tisha gave me a peach rose and said "Miranda said Happy Birthday from her." It is very pretty. About 10 people have told me Happy Birthday.

I’m not really sure I’d want to be in the future. I think it’s scary enough without wanting to put it in "fast forward". I just like to try and take it one day at a time, and handle it from there.