Jun 17, 2005 16:03
so the skull-and-cross-bones tatoo has worn off and the reality has set in...and suprisingly, I'm not that sad. I know right now, that if i want to hold onto anyone who has meant something to me, I'll make the effort to do it, and let them know they have. It might not be often, or consistent, but if I liked you, you'll know. You'd think that after last night, the craziness would slow and exhalation would naturally manifest itself, but no. I spent the morning panicly filling out last minute infromation for U of m, orientation begins sunday, and i needed to have my crap done last week, oh well, what can i do now? Wow, college is gonna be hard, orientation is gonna be awkward, at least for the frist day. I'm gonna get lost, alot. I'm gonna room with a jersy girl, i can feel it. WOw, were old. I need a job. I need to know where karen wrenbeck is living so i can come to her dorm and act like i have friends. I need to stop making pancakes because i don't have enough milk and they're gonna turn out crappy and end up in the dog's bowl. I need to study a map of ann arbor, so i can bum around the law and premed buildings looking for gentlemen callers. I need to stop posting about jersey girls before they beat me up with their giant hair. I need to cut the plastic wirst band from last night off because its making me itch. I need an i pod so i can legally live in ann arbor. I need to make a schedule of all the senior parties and pics i need to go to and give out. I miss hughes. I should have gotten the "american steel" tatoo on my back like i was going to. maybe i am that sad. why do realizations always happen at the end of entires? oh well, one things for sure....i hate ginobolli, go pistons....and congradualtions CHS, class of 2005.
*quote-"During my second year of nursing school our professor gave us a quiz. I breezed through the questions until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?" Surely this was a joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Before the class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our grade. "Absolutely," the professor said. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say hello." I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy." -Joann C. Jones, you have all been worth knowing.