Excitement has to be one of the greatest feelings ever, don't you agree? The knowledge that something good is about to happen, and right now it's just out of reach but when it finally arrives, it makes the whole wait worthwhile, right?
A few years ago, around the same time that I had my pre-mid-life crisis ("I'm 15! My life is over! Time to blow this joint and Sylvia Plath this shit up! Etc."? Yeah, THAT pre-mid-life crisis), I had convinced myself that as I had grown older, I had lost the ability feel excitement towards, well, anything, and that there was pretty much no point in getting my hopes up about any possible good coming my way. Gosh, that kind of thinking is so 2008. So, I got over my ridiculously annoying 15 year old emo-kid self, and I cheered the fuck up. And so, this is a post to prove the melodramatic younger me that she was a complete and utter tool. Let's begin, shall we?
I'm excited for a lot of things. I'm excited for Lauren to touch down in the Burg of Jo's on Friday; I'm excited for the mission that Khanyi, Jhayde and I will be undertaking soon; I'm excited for Em to come home in a few weeks; I'm excited by the prospect of actually seeing friends that I haven't seen in a while (a while is a period of time that ranges between two days and two years); I'm excited for Nicole to come home from England and bring me back a guard from Buckingham Palace; I'm excited for Breaking Dawn part 2 to come out so we can finally be done with all the fuckery; I'm excited for next year and everything that it's going to bring: the laughs, the tears, the late nights, the all-nighters (for, you know, Design), the times we'll never forget and the nights we'll never remember, the friends made and the friends kept, the trips, blah blah blah; I'm excited to get my matric jacket; I'm excited for the road trip to G-Town next year that is definitely going down; I'm excited for Glee Season 3; I'm excited for motocross this weekend; I'm excited for the day when I will go back to my favourite place on the planet, which is hopefully not too far away; and I'm excited for all the things that the future will produce, that will bring me excitement.
And before I end this, I have to mention two more things that I'm excited for:
Christmas - My favourite day of the year. Is it the presents that I'm excited for? Is it my mom's amazing cooking? Is it the fact that everyone is obliged to be happy that day, and no one's allowed to fight? Is it because my brother will wake me up at 5am by throwing something at me? Is it because it's a day that all those among us who don't celebrate Thanksgiving (so, assuming that you're all South African, pretty much everyone), can reflect and truly marvel at how great the things and the people in our lives are? Is it the Christmas spirit and true meaning of the day? Is it because all the stores have been displaying Christmas decorations since October? Is it because of the Christmas tree? Is it because of the hours the planning and shopping that goes into making the day perfect? Is it because of the ridiculous home video that is made every single year? Is it because of the smiling and laughter that is so excessive that it makes your face hurt? Is just one of those the single reason why I'm excited? No, it's all of the above. But mainly the presents.
And, the very next day, it's my 17th birthday. Or as I like to call it: The 17th annual celebration of the day that I successfully completed "Operation: Escape from the Womb". After a year of waiting, a year of watching my friends and, uhm, acquaintances turn 17, a year of being constantly reminded of the fact that I won't be legal for matric vac, it's finally my time to shine. Until, you know, like ten days later when said friends and acquaintances start turning 18. And then I'm back to square one and the cycle repeats itself again and again. But that's not going to stop me from milking the fact that I am finally the same age as all you bitches for all it's worth.
And those are some of the things that I am excited for. Suck it, 15 year old me.
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