A moment in time

Another year is drawing to an end, and once again we find ourselves saying goodbye. Although it's not a farewell for eternity, it is sad that the regular, daily meetings between friends will no longer happen. And it's more of a farewell to what we know, what we are familiar with. It is sad to realise that Csardas may never again feature in such perfection at Speech Night, that EB will never take me for VCE music, and that my age will soon not be the product of three and five. This is cliche, but the end of the year, the end of anything, is always a very bittersweet moment. There is happiness mixed in with the sadness of parting. I know because we were all laughing at each other on Speech Night for crying. I'm not really making much sense. So I'll stop rambling. What I've been wanting to say is thank you to everybody whose touched the first fifteen years of my life, and that time is precious. Even though the only person who will ever read this will probably be Thu, I need to get this out there.
So here it is.

Meh.

I was halfway through typing the lyrics to Stand By Me so as to enlighten my imaginary blog-readers to the origin of the line made a meal. However, partway through I realised that it was a very long song and I couldn't be bothered typing it all out at this particular point in time.

Another day perhaps.

So I shall bring you up to date with my exciting day.

Today was the long-awaited 10D sausage sizzle, bringing much fun and excitement to the world, especially as we ran out of sausages and we were all too afraid to tell the hungry mob of Macrobeans that we had run out, so we hired a Camille lookalike to do the job for us. Good job (y) And then 10D being a rather joyful and innovative form barbequed the stacks of bread that were left over. 'Twas crunchy and delicious.