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I have a cap. I have a gown. I have a hood and a gold cord. My roommates and I may be graduating but figuring out how the hood goes on, umm, yeah, we didn't major in hood-wearing.
Lately things have been going so sweetly so smoothly so whoa maybe slow down I don't want to crash. Everything so normal feels so much more crisp. Last night I talked to the boy who I swore I was going to marry when I was fifteen, swore it on his red fuzzy afro and my googly I love drummers smile. For a moment I had that fifteen year old I am online and talking to my crush feeling in the pit of my stomach. Now I'm twenty one and graduating college but some things never change, I hope.
Jessica's art looks like nothing I've ever imagined. I can't even attempt to put in words my awe and amazement. What time machine catapulted us from 8th grade hallway notes of stick figure drawings to those paintings, THOSE paintings. Tic toc clocks are everywhere.
Last night Troy slept over, I woke him up to tell him I heard strange noises in the kitchen. His Roberto-Rum eyes told me to go back to sleep but I whined some more and finally he got up to check. When he got back in bed, NO MONSTERS DONT WORRY FOLKS IT WAS A FALSE ALARM, instead of telling me I was a pest he kissed my forehead and told me he would never let anything hurt me. I am pondering the idea of kidnapping him.
in case the monsters come back, of course.
but really.
Now I'm just rambling. I should go celebrate some more. I KNOW CASIE IS BORED SO HERE I COME WAHOAOHOHAOHOAOAAAHWHOAA A WE ARE GRADUATIng aHWOwh awhowwHOWWHOWwAA!!!
Lately things have been going so sweetly so smoothly so whoa maybe slow down I don't want to crash. Everything so normal feels so much more crisp. Last night I talked to the boy who I swore I was going to marry when I was fifteen, swore it on his red fuzzy afro and my googly I love drummers smile. For a moment I had that fifteen year old I am online and talking to my crush feeling in the pit of my stomach. Now I'm twenty one and graduating college but some things never change, I hope.
Jessica's art looks like nothing I've ever imagined. I can't even attempt to put in words my awe and amazement. What time machine catapulted us from 8th grade hallway notes of stick figure drawings to those paintings, THOSE paintings. Tic toc clocks are everywhere.
Last night Troy slept over, I woke him up to tell him I heard strange noises in the kitchen. His Roberto-Rum eyes told me to go back to sleep but I whined some more and finally he got up to check. When he got back in bed, NO MONSTERS DONT WORRY FOLKS IT WAS A FALSE ALARM, instead of telling me I was a pest he kissed my forehead and told me he would never let anything hurt me. I am pondering the idea of kidnapping him.
in case the monsters come back, of course.
but really.
Now I'm just rambling. I should go celebrate some more. I KNOW CASIE IS BORED SO HERE I COME WAHOAOHOHAOHOAOAAAHWHOAA A WE ARE GRADUATIng aHWOwh awhowwHOWWHOWwAA!!!