Milestone: 18th birthday.
Dear older-more mature-more-well-adjusted Carolina,
So, guess what today was? Today was/is (oh god, the future/present tense words are going to screw me up so much, even more than they do in Spanish class, remember that?) our 18th birthday. It's on a Sunday, so there's not much partying to be done with a Newlin essay due tomorrow. I'm writing this letter to us right now due to a sprinkle of procrastination and a big hope that one day, when we no longer have time for tumblr, we'll come back and read all of the silly stuff that our 17/18 year old self wrote.
I spent today breaking social norms for Schicker's class. And there's a reason why social norms exist. Nothing is more awkward than sitting at a table full of strangers or your coin purse exploding everywhere in front of Forever 21, even though all of that was staged. No one helped me the first time my "purse exploded", but the second time, kids were everywhere picking up the coins. Handing out flowers to lonely people was pretty fun, granted they were all skeptical when Sam went up to them because they thought that they had to pay for them. Remember, always use the birthday card to get what you want. That's how I got my free cake. :)
It always rains on our birthday (can you confirm that for me?), but at least this year, I didn't cry a single tear, unless it was out of happiness. I'm glad that I hung out with Sam today. I love her so much, and I'm pretty sure that we'll be friends forever. Like that's legit. We'll be visiting each other every weekend.
The one bad thing about today was that he didn't call, like he did last year. or text or do anything that helped me know that he remembered my birthday. I guess that's asking too much, but at the same time, it's not asking that much at all. Two. measly. words. I hope that you're not with him when you read this, or if you are with him, please tell me that he's a lot better than how he was when we were 18. I guess he's not that bad aside from the forgetting to text us back and that ish...oh and the whole lying about the facebook, which isn't a big deal BUT IS a big deal because NOW it is a big deal. God, I'm so neurotic. That's all I'm going to say about him, but future me, I really hope that you've found some way to slap that cocky grin off his face.
If you're reading this now, that means that you have survived the senior project. Right now, it's a pain in the ass for me, and with two scripts to memorize (Sure thing and And Miss Reardon Drinks a Little), and a benefit concert to organize, I really don't see myself sleeping at all. Hopefully everything turned out well...and we didn't drop any lines during the performance.
I don't feel any older. I really don't. I just feel really tired and pretty jaded at the world. My ensemble is pissing me off and 95% of the time, I want to murder them all...I wonder how many of us will still be friends after graduation. Not many, I don't think. That's sad to consider...
The world pretty much sucks right now. Gas prices are 3.79, children are going hungry right here in America, Japan is devastated, Libya is a mess, we're still in Iraq and Afghanistan, but at least we got Osama, right? Right?
Ok, well I have to go now. I wish I could say that I'm going to go to an awesome party and get fucked up, but alas, there's a damn essay that I can't finish. Hopefully, you're not procrastinating on something...because that would just be a bitch. Just eat a slice of that cake I know you keep in the fridge, play some Greg Laswell, and churn out that essay.