a real entry, or at least I'll try
I won't say it was the greatest twenty-one and a half hours of my life continuously spent awake, but it was a hell of a way to end. I suppose the spree of feelings had really started the day before, so that's where I will begin my
After having spent the night at Rei's with her new puppy, Amy, and Kir; most of the night spent provoking certain thoughts and professing certain things, and worry, getting dropped off at seven-thiry in the morining was rather surreal. I attempted napping, I attempted to accomplish something, and the only thing I managed was nothing. I effed up the date on picking up my sister for lunch, so the only remotely productive thing I did all morning was to make pasta salad. Otherwise, I wasted a majority of time on the couch.
Some sort of motivation kicked in around eleven AM, when I failed out of plans for shopping with my friend, because the motivation I had was not urging me to keep promises or something like that. It was the urge for something new, and that urge led me to phone the hair salon.
Something was in my favor, so I drove there for the same-day appointment in the rain, ready for a change. Very ready, but not knowing how much I would change. As I sat there, I decided for the dramatic, and was releived of a decent five inches.
The rest of the day is rather a loss in my memory. I know I worked, I know I slept.
Rising at six-thirty the next day was slightly hazy. I haridly packed my bag for the night, ate my breakfast, and left for graduation rehearsal. There, I saw so many people, all of us eager for the same thing. But mostly, the morning was a mass of backpacks and line. I passed some of the time during rehearsal playing 'I spy' with my neighbor.
The day was absolutely gorgeous, so after we were released, Kat and I ate bagels. Very tasty bagels, and drove the stick there. We picked up Ren, we met up with Ani, and we decided it would be a good beach day. First, I had to have my sister and her friends over for lunch, which was decidedly special. They're fun kids. But the beach was definetly calling, and it was saying the right things.
The water was perfectly warm, the temperature was right, and all of the meterological events were perfectly aligned. So we swam, and it was gorgeous and perfect and alright.
At my house an attempt at napping ensued, interupted by the arrival of several relatives, and so many things that needed accomplishing. Dinner was delicious, and my dad and I departed for the ceremony after a brief argument and tension that is ever-present whenever there is a deadline, relatives, and a task to accomplish. But we made it.
We definetly made it. The ceremony was averegely spectacular. I am going to try to remember all the parts that made it special, the speeches, the music, and the awarding of diplomas. But that is all the memorable parts. Afterwords, we were ushered out, croweded into the lobby searching for familar faces and passing out hugs and congratulations. Not knowing where to get wristbands for the bus was mildly annoying, but liveable. Ani and I got on a bus, where we shared the 'french nerd' seat with Svn, whose lap I occupied and who I made an attempt at a pass at.
The all-night grad party was in a word, enthralling. Hair fun, bowling a 124, ultimate frisbee, dress up, hypnotists, so much food, I won't elaborate much further because most of you were there, and frankly, I rather cherish my own recolection for a small while. It was that special to me, and my thoughts are probably contradictory to yours. I love every minute of its euphoricness. I love the exstentions in everyone's hair, and the haircuts. I love the camraderie of games, I love the joy and laughter from watching our classmates under hypnosis, I love simply talking to everyone whether I knew them or not: and hugs.
The night ended, and we scrambled to collect ourselves, our things, and our groups for rides home. After Ani and I looked worriedly for her ride and found another, Kri and I piled into the van with her mother, dog, and several exchange students. We talked about the night, and the seven-foot Dane I was next to made an attempt at a pass at me. I love meeting new people.
The final leg of the ride home was bliss, talking in order to not fall asleep, about our memories and our thoughs for the future. I said goodnight and goodbye, and after dumping my accompying belongings on the floor, sleep was a welcome visitor.
After having spent the night at Rei's with her new puppy, Amy, and Kir; most of the night spent provoking certain thoughts and professing certain things, and worry, getting dropped off at seven-thiry in the morining was rather surreal. I attempted napping, I attempted to accomplish something, and the only thing I managed was nothing. I effed up the date on picking up my sister for lunch, so the only remotely productive thing I did all morning was to make pasta salad. Otherwise, I wasted a majority of time on the couch.
Some sort of motivation kicked in around eleven AM, when I failed out of plans for shopping with my friend, because the motivation I had was not urging me to keep promises or something like that. It was the urge for something new, and that urge led me to phone the hair salon.
Something was in my favor, so I drove there for the same-day appointment in the rain, ready for a change. Very ready, but not knowing how much I would change. As I sat there, I decided for the dramatic, and was releived of a decent five inches.
The rest of the day is rather a loss in my memory. I know I worked, I know I slept.
Rising at six-thirty the next day was slightly hazy. I haridly packed my bag for the night, ate my breakfast, and left for graduation rehearsal. There, I saw so many people, all of us eager for the same thing. But mostly, the morning was a mass of backpacks and line. I passed some of the time during rehearsal playing 'I spy' with my neighbor.
The day was absolutely gorgeous, so after we were released, Kat and I ate bagels. Very tasty bagels, and drove the stick there. We picked up Ren, we met up with Ani, and we decided it would be a good beach day. First, I had to have my sister and her friends over for lunch, which was decidedly special. They're fun kids. But the beach was definetly calling, and it was saying the right things.
The water was perfectly warm, the temperature was right, and all of the meterological events were perfectly aligned. So we swam, and it was gorgeous and perfect and alright.
At my house an attempt at napping ensued, interupted by the arrival of several relatives, and so many things that needed accomplishing. Dinner was delicious, and my dad and I departed for the ceremony after a brief argument and tension that is ever-present whenever there is a deadline, relatives, and a task to accomplish. But we made it.
We definetly made it. The ceremony was averegely spectacular. I am going to try to remember all the parts that made it special, the speeches, the music, and the awarding of diplomas. But that is all the memorable parts. Afterwords, we were ushered out, croweded into the lobby searching for familar faces and passing out hugs and congratulations. Not knowing where to get wristbands for the bus was mildly annoying, but liveable. Ani and I got on a bus, where we shared the 'french nerd' seat with Svn, whose lap I occupied and who I made an attempt at a pass at.
The all-night grad party was in a word, enthralling. Hair fun, bowling a 124, ultimate frisbee, dress up, hypnotists, so much food, I won't elaborate much further because most of you were there, and frankly, I rather cherish my own recolection for a small while. It was that special to me, and my thoughts are probably contradictory to yours. I love every minute of its euphoricness. I love the exstentions in everyone's hair, and the haircuts. I love the camraderie of games, I love the joy and laughter from watching our classmates under hypnosis, I love simply talking to everyone whether I knew them or not: and hugs.
The night ended, and we scrambled to collect ourselves, our things, and our groups for rides home. After Ani and I looked worriedly for her ride and found another, Kri and I piled into the van with her mother, dog, and several exchange students. We talked about the night, and the seven-foot Dane I was next to made an attempt at a pass at me. I love meeting new people.
The final leg of the ride home was bliss, talking in order to not fall asleep, about our memories and our thoughs for the future. I said goodnight and goodbye, and after dumping my accompying belongings on the floor, sleep was a welcome visitor.