Anyone out there? / Birthdays

So, I suck. I don't write anymore...not that I don't have anything to write about. I mean, I've got TONS to vent about, but I just think that I can't necessarily get it out of my head in any kind of understandable language. I do know there's a lot of explicitives intermingled in the nonsense that's occurred over the last, well, year since I've been on here. So, we'll just move forward, instead of backward. No need to relive everything...Here's the latest:

I officially turned 27 on Sunday. I'm officially in my "late twenties." Let me take a moment to explain how the early, mid, and late work in regards to age. When your 20, 30, 40...you're just that. 21-23 constitute "early twenties." Now, 24-26 are known as the "mid twenties," while 25 can just be 25. Therefore, 27-29 become "late twenties." So, there ya go...my twenties are nearing their end. I realized last year when I moved into a new age bracket when taking any kind of census that I was getting older...it's very, very, very strange.

I mean, I don't feel 27...although, I've been calling myself so for months. I guess I was giving up on life. Who would say they're older than they really are unless they were trying to get into an 'R' rated movie or get into a bar??? I think I really wanted it to be over...well, now I'm really 27. Anyway, I just don't feel like I look 27. Really, thank you God and heredity and Felina bras for making my life complete...otherwise, I would be looking for an out sometime soon!

But, the most amazing thing to me is that my high school reunion is in May. Really?!?! I'm that OLD??? Seriously!? I mean, I haven't finished my degree yet. I will have by that time, but I was too busy having fun and traveling the world to realize that 10 years was up.

So, that brings up my next thought...do I go? I mean, I'm successful...broke, but successful. I'm respected in my field and I've built amazing contacts over the years. But, do I need to go to a reunion to prove that? I mean, that's was the plan 10 years ago. But, now I'm less angry. If you can't tell, I hated high school....I mean, loathed. I was completely different from anyone else, and the student body made sure to let me know that. It wasn't until after high school that I realized i was beautiful. I really had no clue and I was so oblivious to that fact that I never saw the attention that I got because of my beauty. I feel weird even writing that because I still have trouble saying that. Oh well...Anyway, I only talk to a handful of them now. I see them when I want, so why would I be going? What is my motivation? I don't want to relive the past, nor do I want to dwell on it. I'm happy with who I am, and I don't need to go to a lame-ass party to prove that. Also, with the invention of Myspace and Facebook, these people have found me. So, they basically know where I am and what I'm doing...I don't know. It's just weird to me...

So, what's new? I'm in Threepenny Opera playing Mrs. Peachum. This is my sixth show this year, and I plan on doing more before the year's up. I will finish my bachelor's degree in Public Relations in May. After transferring a million times, and programs vanishing, I will be finished. When I heard that, I cried...really. After that last loose end is tied up, I'm outta here. Finally. I have a plan in works to move to NYC by September 1, 2009...10 years later, but not too late. I'm finally going to take advantage of my talents and genes and contacts and do what I should've been doing all this time. Better late than never...

Ciao!