Farewell Fifteen

An alarm clock went off in my brain.
I just realized today is my last day as a fifteen year old.
Actually, this is my last hour, and there is no alternative way I would rather spend the fleeting moments 'till my Sweet Sixteen than speaking to my adoring (humor me please) fans. Afterall, I am turing 16 on March 16th!

In honor of myself being born, I wish to write down the "last things I did today as a 15 year old":
I opened presents a day early (call it the "Gal Household tradition"). My sister wrote a birthday card on what appeared to be an over-sized toilet paper roll, with the sharpied words spiraling down in a cascade of shrinking text. Oh, and don't forget the poem which had so much potential until Christine decided to make it ryhme. Poor thing. Never had a chance at leading a normal life, untainted by forced rhymes and rythms. An iphone nestled in a purple/pink case, Fashion designer game for Wii, and bathroom scale were also bestowed upon yours truly from my family. You think the scale may be a hint?

Today I sat down with Frank Marshall (founder of Brevard's Has Music Talent) to do a 15-minute interview for Brighthouse Networks promoting the competition. I also sang "O Mio Babbino Caro", met an elderly lady named Dorothy who volunteered there, overheard ladies telling my mother I needed a chastity belt because I'm Oh-so-good-looking (imagine a bearded midget elf stroking my ego), and found out I scored the highest preliminary qualifiy scores of the competition - 338/400 I believe.

My "A Moment In Time" CD's came in today! The entire MYP Personal Project was officially done completely as a fifteen year old. From the reccordings to having four large boxes arive on my doorstep, I enjoyed it all at this current age. And that, my dear friends, deserves to be in a Priceless/Mastercard commercial. "Doing an MYP Project titled 'A Moment in Time', and literally completing it in a moment: priceless".

Other various "lasts" included: Jumping on my sister's bed in pitch darkness right before she was about to doze off, eat a fourth of an entire pizza, playing a Mozart song on the Piano (number 15 in my "Big Book of Everything mozart", or at least that is what the title should be), writing my final blog post, skipping dance for the last Monday, putting the last sulfur face mask on in dots around my face to pretend like I have been striken with a nasty case of the chicken pox, and thousands of other things including my final laugh of the night. And it shall be shared with you: Haha.

So please, if you have any stories to share with the world about my time as a fifteen year old girl (I included the word girl, not that I am worried I may change into a man once turning sixteen, but because I never told any of you readers my gender before). So yes, my final words on my final blog post ever written at my age: I am a girl.

And there you have it! The day in the life of an elderly teenager!