&#here goes;; better throw my hand in;; wish me happy landin’;; all i gotta do is jump#&

time: 11;12pm

listening: old disney songs

eating: air

Tonight I read a blog. It was that of a girl my sister is good friends with. Now this girl tends to be rather melodramatic, especially when she writes. But what she wrote kinda hit home, and got me thinking about my own life.

The general gist of it was that she had turned 17, and cried. She went out to dinner with her friends, and only half the table turned up. When dinner was over, they all went home, because they had things to do the next day. She said in her blog that, at the time, all she wanted to do was camp out and watch movies. But she realised, everyone was growing up. No-one really had time for childhood things anymore.

And that is what got me.

We’re all growing up so fast. Childhood, adolescence, it only happens once in a life. Children spend years wanting to be more grown up, more mature, have more responsibility. But if you ask any adult, anyone past the age of 30, they would give anything to go back to the time before children, before fulltime-gottapaythebillsandfeedthehousehold-work. God, ask any teenager, and many just want to go back to a sheet of maths mentals for homework, stuck-in-the-mud at recess, lazy afternoons on hot days at school. To going home and having time to watch cartoons on TV, to waking up on Saturday mornings and, instead of leaving the house at 7am to go to work at the local cafe and then coming home to a couple of hours of homework, just staying in their pyjamas all day while watching Saturday Disney.

I did hardly anything this weekend. Due to our rained out swimming carnival, I had an extra day on Friday which gets lumped into that weekend. So I can effectively sum up three days like this:

• 2 and a half movies. Actually make that 3 and a half.
• 2 hours of school work, all ridiculously inefficiently completed
• 1 and a half hours cleaning my house
• 3 pages read of the book I am supposed to have completed by the end of this week
• 1 attempt to go out with my friends (cancelled)
• 1 hot chocolate with my mum after seeing Juno
• About 10 million talks about my dad (who, incidentally, is leaving my mum, so watch out for references to him, I’m not altogether too happy with him right now)
• 3 days wasted.

Priceless?

So back to my original point.

I am wasting my life away. I am doing nothing, just existing, not living, and I plan on changing that. I’m sick of just being bored. Too much time on this godforsaken computer. I’m going to start making time for good things.

After all, youth is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Hell, life is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.