16, a year in review.

If anyone wishes to sing to me "you are sixteen going on seventeen..." they have exactly 1 hour and 37 minutes to do so. Because that is when the song will no longer apply to me.
I'll be honest, at this time last year, I was signifigantly more pumped than I am now. Maybe I'm just tired, maybe I'm just wondering why it's taken me this long to get 8 hours on my learners.
I'm curious about 17. 16, you can drive, 18 you can drink, but what the hell is 17? It's the cheese in the coming-of-age sammich. Actually, I could probably think of a better metaphor...no, I can't, I'll just work with the sammich.
Without the cheese, the sammich is just two slices of bread, perhaps with a bit of mayo. Mayo doesn't make a sammich, mayo makes two slices of bread two slices of bread with mayo. Although, the metaphor doesn't fully encapsulate the fantasticness of these slices of bread. Maybe it's like...really really good bread. Like olive bread or naan bread or something. But naan bread would be horrible with cheese and mayo...
Okay, 17 is the daal squished into the pockets of the naan bread of the coming-of-age sammich. The naan bread can stand alone, delisciously enough, but daal needs the naan to make sense.
It's okay if that metaphor didn't make sense to you, because according to Foucault, that's what you've come to expect of me.* And according to Wimsatt and Beardsley, you've probably just committed an 'intentional fallacy' by assuming you know what I mean. And you know, that's probably just provided a unique insight to my current mental state. I'll stop now.
ANYWAY! 16's been a pretty good age. I learned a bunch of stuff about myself, and my friends, and my relations. I did my first rebellious action (I didn't have a cause, but I got chips out of it, so that makes it worth it. Totally freaking worth it), launched a webcomic site (how many people can say they did that at 16?), almost (accidentally) joined the marching band, started something I loved, stopped something I hated and learned to cha-cha.
As it turns out, I have about the same musical taste as my English teacher. This is off-topic, but still awesome. We had a discussion about The Dandy Warhols and how we felt about this year's Triple J Hottest 100. How awesome? Very awesome!
Anywhoozle (age 16 I finally stopped hating the phrase "anywho" thanks to sxephil), there's a bunch of stuff I probably should've done at age 16, like build up more than 8 hours driving...T_T...but hey, I've got 17 to do all that stuff, because I doubt I can do it all in the next 1 hour and 18 minutes...Sweet Jumping Jehova...

*To fully understand this, you need to know something about Foucault's theories about author-function, particularly attribution. That's right, I'm blogging my English Extension homework.