Graduation in 10 days.
I cannot stop eating mustard directly out of the bottle. This is getting serious. I just cried while watching "Remember the Titans" in the living room with Laura. Today was pretty much worthless. My first meal was a cheeseburger. When we got home from Holiday's, I quickly cracked open a Miller Lite and soaked up the rays on our porch swing. This lasted for several hours. Laura and I attempted to play catch in the street, but realized we were too tipsy to be trusted on a street lined with expensive vehicles. Then Dave tried to make a rope swing... but when that failed, he turned it into a lasso and starting roping us in. It was a good day. Tom Cruise named his baby Surrey. What a fucking idiot. I really need to study for my exam, but I got a new Netflix in the mail and I really want to watch it.