I'll be...
So, high school is over.
And now comes the transition, the summer time. Enjoy it.
Graduation was last night. It didn't quite hit me at the time, but the people on stage with me... I will probably never see them again. A mere handful is all that I, if lucky, will remain in contact with. And so what is the point of high school? The point of high school is to get that one piece of paper that says you passed, because seemingly it means you learned something. But I know, and you know... that most of the stuff learned is forgotten over the summers and over the breaks we get. No no, the friendships are great. And I would like to stay in touch with most of the class of '04, but it's just not feasible. So in the end, I just hope I can keep in touch with the few that I have become friends with in the past 2 years.
California too. Everyone is going their own way. I'll be fortunate enough to see some of my 'buddies' ever again. By the way...
Congrats on graduating everyone.
Last night was not too shabby. I hung out with my boys, Jaymes and Micah and Curtis (Kurtis?). Ehh... it was a nice lil kickback. I forgot about everything for a few hours while constructing a pyramid of beer cans with Kurtis (Curtis?). And I must've played Duck Hunt for an hour. Thing is, I don't think anybody else was havin fun. Maybe one or two, but when I went around it was a different story...the thing is, I knew what was going on. The scene was changing in front of me. Or maybe it was just because me and one other person were drunk ( but not shitfaced... just feeling good. Afterall I had to drive home. What kind of a responsible teenager would I be performing drunk driving? not a very good one... nosiree, nosiree) I drove home and two things really bugged the shit out of me. One was getting home ok... and two was ... who are you? I did not know anybody. And I still don't.
So for now, I'll be calm and collected. I'll walk and grin and say hello. I'll slap hands with fellow automatons and give the usual nod. I'll small talk. I'll laugh. But I'll be in the same setting, and wonder who you are underneath. I wonder what I'll be tomorrow.
Anyway... Good luck to all you in whatever you do... cause that's what you say, when you really don't care anymore. But seriously, good luck.
HAH.
I need a job. Someone should help me find a job... and by that I mean, hold my hand while I go get applications and fill them out, and sleep with the manager so I get the job for good.
Jessica Alba is so hot.
Peace
And annoyed as I am right now... this picture is funny
