I’m sixteen. Or 16. Hmmm. Both look asthetically pleasing. But anway, I’m sixteen and I’m LEGAL. Goodnight suckerrrz.

I love you, tomorrow, because you’re only a day away.

Woah, I’ve tried and failed to blog so many time within the past week, but then I realised that if I didn’t today, I wouldn’t be able to put anything else in the “50 days” category. It’s scary to think how long ago 63 days feels when I’d first drawn the countdown on every page of my homework diary, and then created the “50 days” blogging category. Today is the last day that I’m 15. By 11:11am tomorrow, I won’t be able to legally (as if that’d stop me) buy childrens tickets for movies and childrens fares on public transport (go the studend IDs!).

I’m somewhat happy to announce that I didn’t fail any mid-year exams after all even though I was convinced I failed maths and physics due to lack of study and feeling ill on the day. Not to mention I managed to attain 95% for my English exam (essay questions based on poems), although I’m quite gutted that I’d wasted half an hour (out of an hour) mucking around, scribbling and doodling, which meant that I ended up running out of time and didn’t write a conclusion – the teacher told me that I’d have attained full marks otherwise. Urgh.

Anyway, back to birthday related business, the birthday party is set for Saturday night (a rather low-key, no-alcohol one, really), and hopefully most people who haven’t RSVP’ed yet can stay.

To be brutally honest, up until today, I haven’t been counting down to tomorrow out of excitement – moreso out of dread. I hope in between stage band practise and hockey training, it somehow turns out to be special.

It\’s been busy busy busy, exams exams exams, kiss kiss bang bang, bass thump rattle shake in Amandaland lately. I have two more exams to go tomorrow – maths and physics, and then my mid-year\’s will be all over and done with! It doesn\’t help that I haven\’t been doing any studying, instead, being on MSN all night and day dreaming about my weekend. These past two weeks have been far too long. 6 days until I\’m 16. 9 days until my birthday party. Whoot. Okay, regardless of it being almost 11pm, I\’m going to tryyyy and study for maths/physics now. Urgh.

“I’m yours and suddenly you’re mine” – ‘Brighter Than Sunshine’, Aqualung.

“Brighter Than Sunshine” has been one of my favourite songs ever since hearing it from the movie A Lot Like Love last year, and I guess it suits my current mood. It’s only Monday night and already I can’t wait until next weekend. My weekend turned out to be far better than I’d anticipated – during the day on Saturday, I chauffeured my cousin, Carrie, and great aunty around a couple of tourist spots in Auckland, and we had a late lunch in a Belgium bar at Mission Bay. This great aunt in particular is amongest the list of people whom I admire and respect the most in this world (on my mother/grandmother’s side, went to Harvard on a scholarship, etc), and twas a colourful weekend discussing everything from philosophy to education, music to the Israeli conflict, wines to sex, the list goes on. Saturday evening and the early hours of Sunday morning was spent at Colin’s birthday party with a handful of people and some rather unexpected drama. For the simple reason that I cannot be bothered explaining my intermediate school life history, all I’m going to say is that, whilst at Colin’s party, I had an unexpected run-in with someone who I’d thought (and wished) I would never see again. The world is too small (as if that wasn’t enough, yet another person with whom I had severed ties with, just happened to end up at the same restaurant as us on Sunday night).
As for Sunday, majority of it was a blur until Euan and I spent two (short, short, short!) hours together, at first wandering around town and eventually heading back to mine. Oh this is going to be a long two weeks, what with assessments, homework, tests and exams piling sky-high, but now also with more longing for the weekend. Sigh.

On second thought – I’d completely forgotten what I was going to blog about in the first place. Oh well. It was something to do with the sudden, drastic changes.

My world has been topsy turvy since the last time I blogged, barely a couple of days ago. I managed to nail (well okay, not quite perfectly nail, but did reasonably well in) the first of two Performance Assessment for NCEA Level 1 Music on Tuesday night, and spent a grand total of 6 hours straight in the music suite thatday:
2pm ~ 3pm – music (5th/last period)
3pm ~ 4pm – music practise, free time, band set up
4pm ~ 6pm – Concer Band practise
6pm ~ 8pm – Performance Assessment

Yarrrg. Twas an excruiciatingly long day. Today wasn’t much easier, juggling Stage Band practise, being locked out and waiting an hour for a ride home from band (I didn’t know that Mum couldn’t pick me up at 4.30pm after stage band until after I got to school, thus I didn’t bring my hockey gear), only to rush home and return yet again to school for hockey training; which I missed half of. Our first game is next Thursday and as I’ve undoubtedly said before, I’m really excited. Personally I’m not that keen on the two players that our coach has placed (for now anyway) as our wings. To be blatantly honest, if our team members were ranked in terms of skill/ability/space, etc awareness on the playing field, etc…, they’d be placed right at the bottom with a sizeable margin. So instead of playing left wing like last season, I’ve been placed (for now anyway), as left inner; hopefully it will mean that I get more ball time, ha!

Anyway, the biggest change that’s occured in the space of two days is that I am no longer a single chicka. All I’m going to say for now is that his name’s Euan.