Paper Chains, Post-It Notes, and Permanent Tattoos

Let me just say that if I made a paper chain or a Post-It Note calendar for every countdown I'm keeping track of, my room would be chock full of paper chains and my bathroom mirror would have no room for me to see myself from all those calendars that would crowd it.

Here's what I'm keeping track of:

My First time...
~teaching a guitar lesson--18 hours from now.

~taking my license test--5 days and 6 hours.

~getting results back from the colleges to which I applied--1 month, 3 days, and 5 hours.

~seeing Wicked--1 month, 4 days, and 19 hours.

~graduating--3 months, 4 days, and 10 hours.

~moving out--6 months and 11 hours.

~beginning college--6 months, 1 day, and 11 hours. (According to Biola's starting date.)

~turning 17--6 months, 11 days, 4 hours, and 27 minutes.

~going to Ethiopia and beginning my life as a missionary (provided school and finances permits)--6 months.

~becoming a legal adult--1 year, 6 months, 11 days, 4 hours, and 27 minutes.

~getting a tattoo*--1 year, 6 months, 12 days, and 4 hours.

~graduating college--4 years, 3 months, 4 days, and 10 hours. (According to Biola's ending date.)

~beginning my Master's degree--6 years and 1 day. (According to St. Stephen's University's starting date)


Soooo excited to begin!!


*This is the scandalous tattoo that has me so excited:

Pretty cool, huh? It says Jeremiah 29:11 (my favorite verse) in Amharic (the language spoken in Ethiopia--the country my sister's from and where I will be a missionary). Yes, my parents have approved. No, I don't care that many people won't like it. Yes, I like it. Yes, I have thought about how to hide it. Yes, I have taken into consideration what aging will do to it. Yes, I still want it anyway.