Gee, What A Great Birthday

Birthdays are supposed to be days that you feel good… you have your friends and family wish you a happy birthday, and you get something. It makes you feel special for one day. At least, it was supposed to.

My birthday was yesterday. So far only my mom, my dad, Daniel who is one of my theatre friends, and Tracey who is a Facebook friend from England wished me a happy birthday. Presents. Hell, I got a pillow and $50 dollars. Yeah, makes one feel all warm there.

So, what about my so called friends in the theatre? They can’t say they didn’t know. I made a remark at the cast part this past Friday.. Well, one thing is clear. I know Daniel is the only true theatre friend I actually have. To the rest of them, sussical will most likely be my last show with the “volunteer company” of Encore. There is a group of us, who we call the clunks.. why the clunks, because Michele jokingly said we weren’t too cool to be a “clique”. Bullshit! I wonder if Adam will tell me last on today when I see him while he plays Tom in Glass Menagarie.

Most of the people I know online never knew.. tho the ones I am friends with on Facebook would have known. It just sucks ass and really makes you feel bad when only two friends even tell you. It’s even worse when your own sister forgets. I better stop with this post before I depress myself even further.