Oh dear, I'm aging

I sit there, quietly, waiting as the clock comes closer to midnight. I am on facebook, already recieved two congratulations from people who got in early. My msn goes off, Tammy has just opened up a window, and her message is clear. The clock strikes 12. I quickly go to check my facebook, and the messages are streaming at great rates. I feel loved, and know that the fateful turning of the age has come.

The year has passed since my last increase in age. I have turned 17, and now probably legal for some more things, such as using magic like Harry Potter tells us. Obviously, my 18th I will be legally an adult, but that is a year away, and I am living in the moment, where I can probably watch MA15+ movies without my sister glaring at me thinking I'm too young still.

I look back on my 16th year, on the highs, and the lows, and the middles.
I think to myself, closing the gap from me to adulthood once again, how I have grown (figuratively, you bastards) and how I will continue.
Long have the days where I couldn't pronounce words like 'lucky', having a bowl cut, and being only average at most things. Now I am replaced with constant use of the words 'awesome' and 'cool', having the asian hair, and being awesome at everything!
Long have the days passed where I was a midget compared to my peers. Well, at least now I am somewhat a respectable height, being at that height where it is awkwardly taller than alot of girls, yet not tall enough to be considered boyfriend material.
Long have the days passed where I am abused my peers, who believe that my baby-ish looks are just plain cute. Must I remind you all, its HAWT!

I look back on the year, with the change in schools, increase in friends, altering of personality to suit me, and the disturbing amount of time I spend in town, but I go to school there so its all fine.
I remember my last few moments before the age increase, with the anticipation of flooding congratulations with the fact I managed to stay alive for 17 years, with my smartassery, it was looking abit hazy there for a while, but who is going to hurt a kid half their size? No one, and I take advantage of that.

I look ahead, to the year ahead, where I will be faced with year 12 studies, with many friends around me going to have to start killing themselves in their studies, including myself, my ascension into the 'Adult' status, nearing the end of the year, and therefore I would legally be able to party in clubs and stuff like that, but we all know that I will have to be forced to wait for Tammy's ascension two months later, before I do something cool.

And now I sit here, on my birthday, thinking about my life's events, from that time I remember standing next to a heater when I was 3-4, because that's the earliest memory I have (I think) to my birthday dinner tonight, because I seriously can't see too far ahead of that.

So, can I really use magic now?