Let Me Out. Let Me Out. I Am Suffocating. I Can't Live Without This All Behind Me.
When I was a little girl I used to play glames with my next door neighbor and we'd always pretend we were 'grown-up.' We used to think that sixteen was 'grown-up' because ten years seemed like forever until we got there. But ten years isn't anything. Another ten years from now I'll be sitting somewhere thinking: "Wow... I'm almost twenty-six". Hopefully, then I won't be disappointed.
I didn't want a huge birthday. I didn't want to stress my parents out... but I did want something. To some people Sweet Sixteen is this huge celebration. They spend thousands of dollars on it and just go grazy. Other people just see it as a birthday. I saw it somewhere inbetween. I don't want to spend thousands but I do want to look back and have a story to tell about my Sweet Sixteen.
I'm just a little upset that for my wonderful birthday I'll be spending it all day at school.
I'll wake up at 5:30am, get ready for school, give presentations, be frustrated, have a couple people stop me and say: "Oh yeah. By the way, happy birthday." Get a couple cards, and then I'll stay at school until about eight running lines, working my ass off, and then I'll go home, my parents will tell me happy birthday and I'll crawl into bed.
Just another day.
There won't be a party the week before. I'll have dinner with my mom's family. They'll bitch about how my hair is black and red, my babcia will say she hates it and Ania will try to kill my cat and push my patience.
There won't be a party the day after my birthday. I'll probably sacrifice going to a slightly entertaining concert so my mom can relax and go down to Sun River. So the day after I'll probably be sitting in a car all day looking out the window and wishing sixteen felt better.
Or if we don't go to Sun River I'll go to my cousin's birthday. Because the day after is my cousin's birtthday. I have one opportunity to celebrate my birthday and if I don't, we just move onto someone else's.
People will ask me how my birthday went and I will tell them it was wonderful because I don't want to seem ungrateful.
-jfm
I didn't want a huge birthday. I didn't want to stress my parents out... but I did want something. To some people Sweet Sixteen is this huge celebration. They spend thousands of dollars on it and just go grazy. Other people just see it as a birthday. I saw it somewhere inbetween. I don't want to spend thousands but I do want to look back and have a story to tell about my Sweet Sixteen.
I'm just a little upset that for my wonderful birthday I'll be spending it all day at school.
I'll wake up at 5:30am, get ready for school, give presentations, be frustrated, have a couple people stop me and say: "Oh yeah. By the way, happy birthday." Get a couple cards, and then I'll stay at school until about eight running lines, working my ass off, and then I'll go home, my parents will tell me happy birthday and I'll crawl into bed.
Just another day.
There won't be a party the week before. I'll have dinner with my mom's family. They'll bitch about how my hair is black and red, my babcia will say she hates it and Ania will try to kill my cat and push my patience.
There won't be a party the day after my birthday. I'll probably sacrifice going to a slightly entertaining concert so my mom can relax and go down to Sun River. So the day after I'll probably be sitting in a car all day looking out the window and wishing sixteen felt better.
Or if we don't go to Sun River I'll go to my cousin's birthday. Because the day after is my cousin's birtthday. I have one opportunity to celebrate my birthday and if I don't, we just move onto someone else's.
People will ask me how my birthday went and I will tell them it was wonderful because I don't want to seem ungrateful.
-jfm