Sippy Cup Confessional

I feel so inadequate for my upcoming adult-hood. So I thought up the phrase "Sippy Cup Confessional" for when I feel the need to ramble on about my clear lack of maturity. Also I do happen to own a princess sippy cup. Which is bomb. And makes everything much more delicious.

So here goes.

Sippy Cup Confessional- Naivety only works for so long...

I'm pretty certain I'm spoiled. I know you shouldn't admit that you're spoiled, but I cannot deny the truth before me any longer. I am nearly 18, and I have gassed up my car, Bueller, 3 times in my entire existence. That's rather pathetic. I would much rather send my momma or my poppa to gas it up and take the money out of my account than do it by myself. 

But guess what? Ephraim is 2 hours away, and I'm certain poppa Heap doesn't want to visit me every time I need to gas up.

Yestarday, I gassed up by myself, at possibly the most ghetto gas station in Cedar City, Utah.

I stared at the pump for a good 5 minutes before I could think of how I was going to do this gassing up business. Being naive only works for so long my friends. You need to know how to do all these adult-y things in order function in society as an adult-to-be.

In other news, last night was the Senior night at the Institute, which I attended practically. Well, I skipped the food and the devotional. But I did show up for 45 minutes of solid socializing. I am a good socializer, because I talk to strangers. (Learned that from my poppa) I think I am going to enjoy this awkward Institute business of socializing. One of the Institute teachers came up to me and whispered, " What's your name?" I told him and he promptly brought 3 young men over and said to them, " This is my good friend Erin. Erin theses are my good friends Nate, Brandon and Darla. (yeah a boy named Darla, lets hope its a nickname) Now MINGLE!" And then he walked away.

I am loving the awkward forceful mingling business. Its hilarious.