So today, the 28th of April, I’ve turned 17 years old. There is nothing particularly exciting about this age other than the fact that here is officially 1 year until I’m an adult and can do as I please.
It’s been a nice few days, I took 5 days off of work and my school/uni holidays are just finishing up. I had Groovin The Moo on Anzac Day, went out for dinner with friends on Saturday, had a lunch date with an amazing boy on Sunday and then a birthday dinner with family on Sunday night. Mum attempted to cook a roast and we all ended up eating hard potatoes. My best mate bought me a Body Shop set and other than that, I’ve acquired a denim jacket and $150 so far – all going towards rego.
Today I’ve done nothing special. Went to a uni lecture and have spent the remainder of my time thanking people for their birthday wall posts on Facebook. I’m up to 56 posts so far, plus a few birthday texts and inboxes. Throughout these posts and messages, I’ve been called a ‘little shit’ 3 times so far, an ass pincher and a youngen. I’ve been invited out for a dinner date – his shout, and drinks with friends.
Tomorrow, after a lesson at school and a tute at uni, I’m getting my P’s and that is probably what I’m most excited about right now. My little Nissan Pulsar is waiting for me in the driveway!