Not the right day.
So, it has to be the end of the world because for some reason, I didn't actually abhor marching band the way I usually do. WTF? It might have had something to do with the fact I didn't have to get up at dawn and it wasn't actually all that hot and that I was kind of hyper and bouncing around and doing goofy stuff half the time. Which is why I'm convinced the world will end tomorrow. On Breanna's birthday, coincidentally. She's turning 16 on 6/6/06. ANTI-CHRIST!
And I raked in a whole HELL of a lot of money from graduation. I'm not kidding. I'm in awe. But half of it's like, from dear ol' Grandma.
And I raked in a whole HELL of a lot of money from graduation. I'm not kidding. I'm in awe. But half of it's like, from dear ol' Grandma.