Hello my wonderful watchers and friendly foes!
First off- you guys are pretty awesome! Thanks for hangin' around and giving me a chance; I appreciate that a lot more than you'd initially think.
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Wow, it's been a while since I've checked in here, I'm almost at a loss for words, hah.
Welp, (as late as this is)
I am officially
a broke college student and future starving artist! (High-fives all around!)
Odd as it is, high school is now a chapter behind me.
Uhm, my last days of seniority were... gosh, those memories are precious to me already, y'know?
Well, for starters- prom came and went and despite me not having a date, I was crowned the Queen. So I guess I'm royalty now, that's cool. I can officially declare anyone I deem unworthy a peasant. Hah.
Let's see... I hold a giant squid-sized grudge against anything even resembling pre-calc, since I worked significantly harder and in the end received 2% less than I would have preferred. (But hey, that's life. I still sort of like algebra. Sort of.)
Similarly (life-lesson-wise), my tennis team was not as successful as it was my Junior year, but that's okay. The sequels usually suck anyways, right?
On the bright side, the day before our defeat was my 18th birthday! (Note: This was May 23rd, so a while ago. Time-lines and whatnot)
And what a day that
was. Not only was it my first official
day as an 'adult',
but it was my very last day of high school, the day of said fateful pre-calc final, and the day my team won the first round of sectionals (My doubles partner and I being the swing vote in that) and, oh yeah
, I went swing dancing with a dapper young man until the wee hours of the night! (Truly a day to remember, am I right?)
Call me a hopeless romantic, but I've always been an old soul- and have you ever been
swing dancing? Let me tell ya-my date was a bit of a rookie, but he knew how to groove and when you mix in my 13+ years of tap dance? I'm not usually one for swooning, but I wouldn't mind so long as he caught me. Just sayin'. (But its puppy love and my roommate's love interest and... its just a memory now, anyways.)
So other than 80's movies ringing true and graduation, I've recently come to appreciate the magic that is Meatloaf. (Not the food-the singer guy.)
Other than that? I've just been experiencing life as an adult, I suppose. You know, I was never one to rush towards graduation. Most everyone I know couldn't wait to be graduated, but me? I was simply content, if that makes sense. I wasn't dreading it- quite the opposite, really. But... I wasn't wishing away my last days, either. And, although I wasn't sure what I was going to expect on the 'other side'
, I certainly wasn't expecting the summer of 2014
Call me Bryan Adams all you want, but it was (is)
both the best and most terrifying days of my short life. And I know full well that I'll yearn for them some day. So I've been trying my best to make the most of it.
But its weird
seeing your cousin (Class of 2014 as well) leave for the Marines
. (I am so proud of him.)
And its weird
waking up at 9:00 am and knowing your high school is already about an hour into classes and you've still got another two weeks until you leave (actually leave home)
And its weird
having your older brother (and hero- antihero, in all honesty here
- but hero none-the-less
) move out and oh so causally mention his plans for getting freaking married here soon.
Not to mention, saturday morning, I'll be down four teeth! (Just the wise ones, I get to keep the grinning ones.)
But I'm a graduate now.
And I can't help but notice that I'm sort of in a transitional period in my life.
And I recognize the power that holds.
And it's weird, right?
So my update? I'm actually doing pretty alright. Just a little weirded out is all.