Mexico in eighteen months. I cannot wait.

Early birthday flowers from Mexico. I absolutely adore them- even more so their sender.

Mountain Sound - Of Monsters & Men

The Road Not Taken.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

- Robert Frost

Oh I would stay here forever.

Oh Hi There!

It's been a long time, hasn't it?

I promise I haven't forgotten to write, but time as this uncanny way of slipping through my fingers before I can figure out how to best use it.

But that's my fault, not time's.

I would offer to fill you in, but life has been much the same as it was the last time I said 'Oh it's been a while, let me fill you in!'

School, work, school, sleep, homework, school, mental breakdown because of school, a little more sleep (if I'm lucky) and then more school. It's really quite repetitve, and I can't wait for it to be over.

I suppose I'm glad that all my SAC's finished last week. SAC's being 'school assessed coursework' for those reading from overseas. I got my results back for history today, and was a little less than pleased, although not completely disheartened. 76%.

I really love history, and I was almost excited to be doing this SAC and so I vowed I would get something over 85%. It appears I got marked down 1.) for not reading some of the questions properly. And 2.) for not being detailed enough.

Okay, so the incorrect reading or misinterpretation of the questions were my fault. But the lack of detail in some of my answers? Sir, I used up all the space you'd given me! What else could I have done? Had he given me three blank pages to write about the causes of the first World War, I would have certainly used every single page, but alas, I had only 3/4 of a page. And so obviously I couldn't list the numerous causes of the Great War. Unless he wanted them in dot-point form, which he said he did not.

Anyway, enough complaining. At least I didn't fail. And now I know he's a very particular grader.

I'll let you know how I go with the rest of my results.

So guess what day it is on Friday?

Friday, yes, obviously. But it's also my birthday! I don't really know why I'm excited to turn another year older. I only move further and further away from the careless free days of my childhood, and further and further towards the daunting and responsibility-filled days of my soon approaching adult life. That's a bit depressing, isn't it?

I really really don't want to grow up. It's funny though, I've always been told I'm very mature for my age and wise beyond my years (where did they get that from?) yet what I really want is to be seven years old again. I want to build cubby houses out of chairs and blankets and pillows, and live out my dreams through my Barbie dolls. Oh the stories I'd make my Barbie dolls act out! Being seventeen in four days, I'm faced with the alarming idea of moving out into my own house in a few years time, and the confronting fact that my dreams are now very much my own.

Yes it's exciting, but I am without a doubt more nervous and anxious than I am excited. Time moves too fast. I'm not ready to grow older. Actually, let me rephrase that- I don't want to grow older.

Oh but guess what?

I've started looking at flights overseas once I finish year 12. This is exciting!

But I've been having a little debate, both with myself and with opinionated family members (bless 'em) about whether to 1.) Do a 'year 13' and study overseas for a while, or 2.) Go straight into university and do a course in journalism/literature/something to do with writing, while continuing to work, or 3.) Go overseas for a few months but return in time to enroll myself in uni, or 4.) Take a gap year and travel and work while thinking about what I want to do with my life, since I already seem so bloody indecisive.

I'm really liking the idea of option 3. My uncle (who gives great advice, I'll have you know) thinks it would be best to go straight into university after highschool, while continuing to work. That way, he says, I can study and earn money to travel later, AND once I've graduated, if I have a degree in whatever it is, I have a better chance at getting a job anywhere else in the world. He says university education and degrees and the sort are always valued, and would be very beneficial.

That's all well and good, but honestly, no one could even comprehend how much I just want (and need) to get away. Besides, highschool finishes in November next year and university starts in March of the following year. Well at least I think it's March, but either way, I'd have at least two months to go somewhere.

I looked up flights to Mexico and realised they were more expensive than I expected. In fact, flights to Paris are cheaper. Cheaper still are flights to Hamilton Island, and those sorts of places, closer to Australia.

Oh, decisions decisions.

Nevermind. Perhaps I wont look too far into the future; there will be time for travels. For now I'll just look forward to my birthday, and those cute pyjama's I'm getting from mum.

Take care, all of you. Much love.