You’re a man now.

The last few months have been intense to say the least. After all the college rejections and my short week of being completely depressed. The most I have ever been in my life. I believe I have come a long way within a month. I am set on the college I want to go to. I am legal! I am actually writing this on my birthday because I am awesome like that.

So tomorrow is the Vagina Monologues an event we have been waiting for … well for a long time. The last years we were told that we “weren’t mature enough” and the “community wouldn’t approve”. Our last principal was a fucking monster disused in a petite frame and a cloyingly sweet southern accent. If by any chance she is reading this. You are fucking insane. Yeah I know I am classy. This year making the production happen has gone through many ups and downs *emotional rollercoaster*. Today at rehearsal it was a definite UP. We had great energy in the room we were pumped, a bit hesitant but we got this down. Showtime is tomorrow and I can’t wait for it!

So now you may be asking, “what is going on in your life Alexis?”. You probably aren’t but a girl can only hope. Today was my birthday and I was surprised with a cakes (garden gnome cakes!) and refreshments and a song upon entering the auditorium for a “V-Day set design meeting”. I had an inkling something would happen along those lines when I received a text message from my friend Jenny, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up. Walk in all smiles waiting for a cake or song and have everyone tell me to get to work.

So I got not one but two cakes shaped like a garden gnome! My friends are amazing! I love them. I got a pentapus necklace and ballon from one of my friends and a very touching letter and badass amazon gift card from one of my teachers. Did I mention there were those puffy garden gnome stickers all over? Yeah.

It was  a swell day. I got home and was ambushed by my family and was treated with respect. Well just because it was my birthday. I was given pizza which was okay. Yes just okay. Then I saw a chocolate cake being brought it. I was disappointed because I hate chocolate cake. Especially if it has that whipped cream texture. It tastes like chemicals to me. I didn’t know how to react except with polite contempt. My face is a dead giveaway of how I am feeling. I know it may sound bratty of me but I can’t help it. I know I should be grateful. I know. Its just… I hate that kind of cake. So of course everyone took it to heart and go upset over it. Which made me pissed. Because it was now about THEM… on MY day. Its MY day for goodness sakes. These are the type of things that makes me eager to leave this fall. It can never be about my life. My family takes on a communist outlook with this type of stuff.  Like a person’s future. A persons choice. Damn Reds. I need to get out of here as soon as possible. I hereby mark this the death of the old Alexis and the Birth if the new independent Alexis. Fuck yeah.

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Published in: on April 29, 2011 at 4:31 am  Leave a Comment