Birthday-eve

Steer Yourself, Tiger MCs. Not to advertise my brother's band or anything, but this really is a great song.

AHH! 17 TOMORROW! Freaking out a little! At the same time, really looking forward to it as well. One more year and a day until I can buy my own booze! Win!

I watched The Wizard of Oz last night, because just one movie laden with nostalgia wasn't enough for one weekend, and so much of the humour that completely passed over my head when I was little made me laugh loudly enough to have to stuff a pillow in my face. Oh, those munchkins. It's been too long. [Note - spellcheck accepts the word "munchkin". The world is beautiful.]

In the common room at lunch today, I was sitting in a corner talking to a friend and two couples came and sat on either side of us, effectively trapping us in their couple-ness, and there was this overwhelming feeling of "Help, I'm surrounded by love". As nice as it is to see affection in the world, for a singleton such as I it serves as a grim reminder of my own isolation. I'm being a huge drama queen, it's not that bad. I'm free to check out as many arses as I want without anyone having the wherewithal to guilt trip me into stopping. By that argument, I pronounce single life to be far better than relationships.

So... 17 tomorrow. I don't even remember my 16th birthday. Then again, I don't remember much of the first half of year 11. Too many really, really bad things happened, the repercussions of which are still knocking my confidence and affecting the way I go about my life today. I suppose, in a way, I'm glad to be getting older. The age of being an annoying little kid is so nearly over. It's going to be good to be taken seriously. I don't know why, but "17" just sounds so much more responsible than "16". Funny how that happens. Like how 3 is so, so much bigger than 2. But yeah. Growing older, wiser, more comfortable in my own skin and all that. Plus my skin's nowhere near as crap as it used to be, for which I'm eternally grateful. I've probably jinxed it now, and I'll wake up tomorrow with a colony of spots in the shape of a willy on my forehead or something.

Skins is back tonight! As ashamed as I am to admit it, I've been looking forward to this for months. Seeing Frankie and Grace and Rich [love for Rich] again an' all. Big love for Mini too, with her questionable lesbianism and pretty face.

Quote of the Day: Walk with me Susie Lee, through the park and by the trees. [We're Going to be Friends, White Stripes]