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Today is my last day of high school ever.
I will be receiving the tickets to graduation at the Senior Breakfast on Monday, so anytime after noon on Monday, get ahold of me somehow and I'll meet you to give you yours, if you're one of the listed. (Sorry to those that don't apply.)
The FINAL list is:
Mom
Dad
Erin
Cami
Heather
Cindy
Buck
Candi
Steven
Cody Nick
David Hutchins
Soo.. yeah.
I'm going to the Kansas Speedway today with everyone - so I'm going to have to leave at like 3:30, which just isn't enough time. I don't want to say goodbye to Darwyn (even though I'll see him again before I leave, but this is my last day of school ever), so I want to stick to him like glue until he throws me out. Now I can't, because I need to get home before 4:30 so I don't get locked out or screamed at, and it's time for me to start living life instead of hiding from it.
I still don't have anything to wear to graduation. I need a ride to Torrid so that I can get a pretty dress and I'll wear my shoes from prom with it and look all pretty and stuff. What will actually happen is I'll end up going in jeans and a T-shirt because my good bra is still a halter bra because I haven't had the chance to go back to Intimate Designs to get it returned to a regular bra.
Oh, god. I need to pack and ship stuff SOOOO bad, and I just haven't had the time, because I haven't wanted to leave school.
I told him, by the way. I wrote him a letter saying almost everything I've always wanted to say and I gave it to him yesterday morning. And he read it. And then he said that he already knew most of that stuff. So he already knew about the Crush. (Capitalized because of the epic-ness of it.) But now it's out in the open and I feel better not having that there anymore. He told me yesterday afternoon while we were talking (and I was sharpening pencils for him) that I could call him if I wanted to and we could talk. He was going to give me his cell phone number, but I already have his house number, so I don't need it. And he'll read my letters now, and try his best to write back, even though he's not very good with letters.
I'm going to miss him the most. He's been a big part of my life for the last three and a half years, and I'm suddenly expected to just give him up? I don't know - at least he understands that. And he's willing to be my friend, too.
Oooookay, enough nostalgia. I want to wait until the end of today to cry. Though I think I'll cry anyway.
How can it be over, that quick?
This has been one of my most important experiences. I tried to tell Heather's mom that this morning, and she said that's sad, like I hadn't lived.
You know what? I haven't lived. I've only just begun. I'm young, and I've got plenty of time.
I will be receiving the tickets to graduation at the Senior Breakfast on Monday, so anytime after noon on Monday, get ahold of me somehow and I'll meet you to give you yours, if you're one of the listed. (Sorry to those that don't apply.)
The FINAL list is:
Mom
Dad
Erin
Cami
Heather
Cindy
Buck
Candi
Steven
Cody Nick
David Hutchins
Soo.. yeah.
I'm going to the Kansas Speedway today with everyone - so I'm going to have to leave at like 3:30, which just isn't enough time. I don't want to say goodbye to Darwyn (even though I'll see him again before I leave, but this is my last day of school ever), so I want to stick to him like glue until he throws me out. Now I can't, because I need to get home before 4:30 so I don't get locked out or screamed at, and it's time for me to start living life instead of hiding from it.
I still don't have anything to wear to graduation. I need a ride to Torrid so that I can get a pretty dress and I'll wear my shoes from prom with it and look all pretty and stuff. What will actually happen is I'll end up going in jeans and a T-shirt because my good bra is still a halter bra because I haven't had the chance to go back to Intimate Designs to get it returned to a regular bra.
Oh, god. I need to pack and ship stuff SOOOO bad, and I just haven't had the time, because I haven't wanted to leave school.
I told him, by the way. I wrote him a letter saying almost everything I've always wanted to say and I gave it to him yesterday morning. And he read it. And then he said that he already knew most of that stuff. So he already knew about the Crush. (Capitalized because of the epic-ness of it.) But now it's out in the open and I feel better not having that there anymore. He told me yesterday afternoon while we were talking (and I was sharpening pencils for him) that I could call him if I wanted to and we could talk. He was going to give me his cell phone number, but I already have his house number, so I don't need it. And he'll read my letters now, and try his best to write back, even though he's not very good with letters.
I'm going to miss him the most. He's been a big part of my life for the last three and a half years, and I'm suddenly expected to just give him up? I don't know - at least he understands that. And he's willing to be my friend, too.
Oooookay, enough nostalgia. I want to wait until the end of today to cry. Though I think I'll cry anyway.
How can it be over, that quick?
This has been one of my most important experiences. I tried to tell Heather's mom that this morning, and she said that's sad, like I hadn't lived.
You know what? I haven't lived. I've only just begun. I'm young, and I've got plenty of time.