So. It's 6:28 am (at the time I've started writing this, I know it won't be by the time I post). And I already have a sweet tea in my hand. See, something happens to me when I get home. I become a sweet-tea-drinking-fiend. There's really no denying I have a problem. I blame my mother, of course, seeing as she's the one who makes about a gallon every day. I have to help her drink it. It'd be rude otherwise! ...yeah, I'm just justifying it. Not really helping.
Anyway, so today is my last day of work for TWO WEEKS. TWO! This is both really cool and depressing. Depressing because, obviously, I love work. So to have to give it up for two weeks is crazy. Really cool because it's the first sign that my birthday is about a week away. I'll be 20!!! No longer a teenager (whoop-dee-doo), but still treated like one! Yeah, I know, I'm complaining. Can't really help it. Out of 20 years, I've been able to celebrate...zero...birthdays with friends. It's always a celebration with family, and ONLY with family. My mother makes sure of it. Just once, I'd love to see a friend on my birthday instead of being forced to explain yet again why I can't invite them, and why it's an iffy situation if they drop by the house (done only once, luckily by a friend my mother loves...who of course, was female). Don't get me wrong, the lopsided cakes made by my little cousins are great, and the movie trips to go see cartoons are kind of cool, but they got pretty repetitive and old a long time ago. I never get to truly do what I want for my birthday, it's always what I can do with the kids, or what's possible for my parents and my aunt to do with an allotted time space. I can almost guarantee this time around that I'll end up going to the movies to see a something my mother's really wanted to see instead of Green Lantern like I want to, and end up eating cake at 7:30 at night that looks like a truck hit it. And it'll probably be chocolate, because that's what Leah's always had for her birthday, and I'll mostly get music, because what else would Leah ever want? To be perfectly honest, my birthday is a vivid reminder of how much my family doesn't listen to what I want, on the one day when it's not a crime to get what I want, just once.
Speaking of birthday cakes, however, I made one for Angelina last night. Even though her birthday is after mine, she won't be around to celebrate it. So Maria Inez and I made a white cake with strawberry frosting. But thanks to my bakery training, it actually came out...pretty. My new knowledge of stacking and frosting and sprinkling made it the best cake I may have made to date. It was kind of exciting. And the whole process reminded me that I do still have things in common with Maria Inez, and she isn't some strange child that's foreign to me like the distance I felt in San Marcos made me thought. It was a comfort to realize that.
I have two wishes for my birthday. One involves an engine and four wheels, so I doubt that one would ever come true. But the other involves...on second thought, I think I'll keep it to myself. If I tell, then it really won't come true.
Namarie.
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