Life crisis.

I was going to call this a midlife crisis, but then I realised I'm not there yet. So this is just a life-in-general crisis.

So I was at Push Over Festival, taking millions of photos. (I didn't have a photo pass, which meant a lot of my photos were hit and miss, hence millions of photos.) Not really millions. Anyway. Amber Lamps won, which was great, because I remember less than a year ago I saw them at the Melbourne High social and I didn't know anything about them.

Lead singer, Amber Lamps (Photo by me)

However, this served to highlight my lack of achievements in recent years. I haven't published a book, been in a musical, been on TV (except for a couple minutes when I was 12), been in a band, been discovered for anything, started a business, or anything really.

I guess this is the Gen Y thing. We're so used to instantaneous happenings and Twitter trends, shows being cast via the web, Youtube phenomena, whatever else, that when things don't happen, it's disheartening. I'm not saying that we expect things to just happen to us, but I still will admit that I feel insignificant and un-noteworthy.

To any older person who reads this, I guess this seems pretty ridiculous. I'm 17 and I feel like everything's over.

But hey, at least I'm clear on my priorities again.

Do you think everyone has some thing that they're made to do? Maybe not everyone ends up doing it, or discovers it. But the thing that means they wake up happy with their lives, that makes them complete.

If there is that one thing, I think it's music.

My parents keep telling me that music is risky, and to have a solid job and income before attempting anything in the music industry. On some level, I completely understand and agree.

On another level, my heart tells me that I can take it, and that by the time I've done a couple of degrees and am earning decent money, my heart and drive will have died.

Either way, I should probably at least finish school first, right?

Friends and other things.

In the interests of procrastinating as much as humanly possible, I will now type a blog post. It's 10.53pm, I have homework due, stories to write, clothes to put away, but hey! Writing is important! (Right? Right...?)

Anyway, it's been a long time since my last post. What have I been doing? I've been promoting a festival, Push Over 2011, here, a concert in Melbourne which one of my friends is playing at.

I should mention that. I'm a bad friend.

No really, I am. I'm the worst person ever at staying in touch and doing things. I would rather sit at home and watch TV and play video games (by the way, I just got Kingdom Hearts for PS2, about ten years after it actually came out...) than go out. It's not because my friends are boring or I don't like them. They're freaking awesome. I love them.

It's me, not them. Seriously. I'm just not good at being a social person. Coming back from that tangent, this friend that's playing in the concert, I did not hang out with much in the holidays like I said I would. You'd think that three or so months would be plenty of time to catch up with everyone. I did, once. And apart from that, things kept coming up and I kept cancelling and I felt like a bad bad person.

Did that have a point? Apparently not.

So now I've wasted a few more minutes (11 minutes, actually), I'll leave.

Leaving.

Now. (12 minutes.)