Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday dear me-eeeeee. Happy birthday to me.
And so another year has passed and I’m once again blowing out candles (on my mum’s brilliant chocolate cake). Officially legal in the wizarding world (magic outside of school and apparation here I come!), today I turn sweet seventeen (and still never been kissed).
I celebrated with my family last night, my school friends tonight (A Heartbeat Away and pizza) and then my friends from my old town tomorrow. It’s going to be brilliant.
I don’t particularly feel seventeen, nor do I really look it. In fact, my peer-reading buddy basically told me she thought I was lying about my age yesterday. It’s not my fault interests suit twelve year olds and I’m kind of small with not much make up on. Sigh.
Seventeen is starting to get so old. I’m not really ready to be old. My childhood is slipping away, and unlike most of my peers, I find it more scary than something to be overly excited about. In just one year I’ll be legal in the real world, able to drink, gamble and vote. That’s a pretty scary thought; me being able to have a say in who runs our country.
Gosh, time flies these days.
Here’s to a great year. To quote Looking For Alibrandi, “I have reached the seventeen that Janis Ian sang about where one learns the truth”, so let’s see where it takes me.
frangipani princess xoxo