It's the End of the World As We Know it, and I Feel Fine

Hello all!

So I think that this blog may become an interesting way to document some events in my life. Starting now, I guess. Yesterday was the supposed end of the world, which happened to fall on my 17th birthday. I'm sure you can all imagine the witty birth/deathday puns posted on my Facebook wall by my friends, which were all greatly appreciated. For some reason, I was reminded of the part in The Chamber of Secrets, when Harry, Ron and Hermione attend Nick's deathday party. It would have been ironic if my birthday had become one with my death day. Or convenient.

Before I say anything about the actual day, I have a few things I wanted to say about the day before. It had been a fun day, where I had had lunch and tea in the cozy little Hazel Tea Shop in the city, with my friends Izzy, Cate, Rachel, my brother and Cate's mum. We played Uno and sang mainstream songs like the sophisticated young adults that we are. That evening, when Dad arrived home, we journeyed to East Brisbane to buy my bass, my birthday gift from Dad. The staff were super helpful, and I was able to find a beautiful bass and all the equipment I need to go with it. And also some banjo strings, as well as a business card for a potential teacher. Then we went grocery shopping and had Nandos for dinner, after which we went Christmas-Light-Looking. Good title/grammar, I know. I know that the act of seeing the lights itself is not of great consequence or excitement to you as a reader, but I wanted to let you know how I felt as a result. It was dark obviously, and we were driving along until we spotted a magnificently decorated house. I switched radio stations and Mull of Kintyre by McCartney/Laine came onto the radio. As we slowed right by the front of the house, I was caught up by how magical the house looked, bright and colourful, radiating festiveness, cheer and goodwill of the season. I was ensnared by the beauty of the song, captivated by its persona and its soulful melody. I became suddenly aware of how extremely happy I felt, and how much I loved the people in the car with me. I was so overcome by all of these contributing factors that for a little I was nearly teary. Wow, what a sap. Yeah, I am aware that I've just made myself sound exceedingly emotional. I just don't want to forget that memory, is all. :)

My actual birthday was uneventful until my friend Bri showed up to stay over. We enjoyed a fun afternoon until Dad arrived home with Brian. It was then I could finally open my presents, which were all lovely. Angela arrived not too long after. We had pizza for dinner, whilst we enjoyed lighthearted and amusing banter. Overall, dear reader, it has been a lovely day. Now I am 17. Hmm, the age of Bella Swan when she falls madly in love with Edward and wants to pledge her soul to immortality to spend the rest of eternity with him. Wow... I just..wow. I can't really articulate how that extreme that commitment feels, from the perspective of another 17 year old girl. But I'm not bagging Twilight, I actually like it. Most of it. I just don't relate, at least not to that aspect. Now I just have to memorise that I'm no longer 16. Saying I'm 17 feels strange, a little bit older than I'm supposed to be. Charlie, the protagonist from The Perks of Being a Wallflower provides an adequate explanation, when he describes the feeling of saying your name over and over out loud until it sounds weird to your own ears. But then again he was baked at the time. Like a cake.

I bid thee farewell now, as I must go and wish my friend Catherine a happy 16th birthday.
Tchuss!

Greetings, internet traveler!

Hi, welcome to my blog. Please make yourself at home. My name is Andree, and I must say that you've found me at quite an eventful stage in my life. My 17^th birthday of imminent death, Christmas and New Year's Eve all loom large on the horizon. I suppose I don't mean loom, seeing as though these are festive days of gift giving/receiving and partying. And 'eventful' stretches on even further, seeing as though next year is my last year of high school, which is terrifying and stressful, yet amazing and exciting. I often spend time wondering how I arrived at this point.

The thought of creating this blog and for allowing anyone to see it kind of scared me, but now that I guess you're here, it's not so bad. It's kind of nice. When I think about it, I really don't have anything to be afraid of or worried about. This is my space, for my creativity, insight and opinions - which I have lots of, that I want to share with you, because you're another person, with your own opinions and insights. I'm sure you're lovely.

There's not much else for me to say tonight, but a proper hostess would probably tell you more about herself. I'm not a terribly exciting character, but I do have a passion for music (composing, listening, ensembles etc), reading, writing, the internet, long and lone philosophical walks and tea. I'd being lying if I left out cats, the electric humidity before a summer storm, and food also in my list of things I love.

Well anyway, I will leave you to it. Have lovely (holi)days. I'm sure it won't be long until I'm back again with something new to say. DFTBA – is an INITIALISM, not an ACRONYM. (Eg ATM is an initialism, PIN is an acronym) which stands for 'Don't Forget to be Awesome'. It's a phrase coined by the vlogbrothers, two marvelous people trying to decrease world-suck. You should check them out on youtube and immediately feel yourself becoming a better human. (http://www.youtube.com/vlogbrothers) Goodnight/morning! :)