50 days of work to do.

Wish me luck =]

Tomorrow begins my last week of high school.
Dang.

Friday I will be going to my last high school dance (Mel-Hi's prom).

Crap, I still have to make a speech by Friday.

without a yearbook because Jason Lee took mine for the night...

and I'm finding new excitements in old memories come back to life.
but past mental monsters not going away to let me heal.

and as my last days whizz by
i can't help but wonder if i wanted this day to come too soon.

and if i did enough for you.

Last school orchestra concert was tonight.
AKA last time I will be performing as a high school student.

So I'm just going to keep thinking about happy things.
And stop emoing out about old memories.
Because I'm pissing myself off.
And no, I'm not talking about reminiscing high school.

I'm excited. Excited. Excited.

Keep on thinking that...

Out of my silly emo delirium.

8 more high school days for me...

I'm stoked.

Last time I will ever run an NHS meeting.

Last time I will ever play in a BSYO rehearsal.

It's all hitting.

I think it's the PMS talking.

Spent 4 hours at FIT, and it was a very efficient use of my time.

Did what I needed to do with my project.
In between waiting for centrifuging, filtering, autoclaving, I got my homework done.
It left the rest of the night available to do other organization things I needed.

And to look at laptops =D

...not to fally apart in these last 7 weeks of high school.

It seems like most people are hating school to the max.
I'm going to try my best to stay positive and get through the year happily.
I might regret having wished these weeks rushed away.

Maybe.

I'm determined.
You all should join me.

And I think my lips got a little pink/burned.

Here comes the old darker me again. W00t.

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