Hello.
Well, I am now fifteen years old. I am having that I-can't-believe-I-am-that-old-all-ready feeling. Now when people ask me my age my automatic response is "I am fourteen," because I finally got used to saying it. But once I got used to saying it, what happens? I turn another year older. XD

For my birthday I got a Spongebob blanket, THAT IS GIANORMOUS!! I think that it is the bomb. I also got novelty socks, a gray sweatshirt with purple stripes, a pair of yoga pants that my aunt made, a sweatshirt with really cool skulls on it that my mom made, three sets of silver earings, and a story that my six-year-old cousin wrote. The story is the cutest thing. It mainly consists of pictures, in fact, the only writing in it is a title. But I will always keep it, because it is the coolest thing. :)

My mom made me a chocolate cake(and even fit all fifteen candles on!) that was delicious!
                                                 --Shannon
P.S. Cass if you are reading this Happy Birthday :)