Sweet sixteen no more, but instead, even sweeter seventeen. I can now listen to Meatloaf's Paradise by the Dasboard Light, and sing along with real conviction.

I am OLD now. A bit of sixteen was spent still at school. Sixteen wasn't really that much older than fifteen. Sixteen was the dregs of the bad things left over from fifteen. Some amazing times, but seventeen will be perfect, seventeen is college and holidays and choosing a uni and parties and friends. And eighteen is just over the hill ;)

Perhaps next year my father will remember how old I am. Probably asking too much, as he doesn't remember his own age. His homemade birthday card, with the trademark cake and mice and cat drawing made up for it, though. I forgive him :)