Of Birthdays

I'm seventeen today. Old enough to not expect much on my birthday, but not so old that I don't get excited at being a year older. Actually, I hope I never lose that excitement. A year longer to live is too much opportunity to become bored over.

I'm planning on going to see Tim Burton's Sweeney Todd, which opens in theatres today. I'll come back later with a review.

But tell me, do I look seventeen?

Rather spring-ish shirt for the Winter Solstice, isn't it?