TWO ROADS DIVERGED IN A WOOD, AND I TOOK THE ONE LESS TRAVELED BY

And that has made all the difference.

Okay. Blog post right here. Time to run down... everything?

Let's start with exams.

So, I had to take Spanish (first,) English (fifth,) and AFM (sixth.) I am confident that I didn't fuck them up, at least not completely. Good? Yes.

Graduation practice was a waste.

I turned in all of the financial crap that I owed. S'all good.

Umm... concert. pomg.

So, lesse, after grad rehersal and lunch at the Fox & The Hound (awesome bar/pub place, by the by, hella lotta teevees,) I had to scramble back home, throw on non-disgusting-sweaty clothes, shower, brush, blahblahblah. Went to pick up Rosalie. Started towards Martin's house. Realized that Rosalie forgot the damn tickets. Went back to Rosalie's. Got tickets. Went to pick up Martin and his mum (who is bloody awesome, even though she doesn't speak a drop of English...) went to go pick up Lucy and print out me ticket, went to concert, grabbed food, listened to the excellent TV On the Radio, kinda zoned out at Bauhaus, rocked out when NIN went up, almost got into the middle of a mosh/riot, got groped by a sky-high dude, played a game of Balance The Drunk Dude, left, dropped everyone off, went home, collapsed in bed.

Fun!

Then, graduation.

So yeah, we went to graduation, got there hella early, chilled while waiting to get in line, chilled in line while walking up, chilled during the assembly, basically just chilled.
I was kinda aware that I was there, and that I was graduating and high school was OVER, but the feeling, the passionate emotion of sheer graduation hadn't set in yet.

Got diploma, took like 400 trillion pictures with mah fambly, went home.

Changed into other, less dorky clothes.

Went to IHOP with my sis. Ate the breakfast of the gods. IHOP Stuffed French Toast is surely an orgy of flavour in your mouth. Very delicious, very good, very fun.

The feeling still hadn't come.

Came home, got like around $400 from various family members, got harrassed to go to Marc's party after falling asleep for like an hour (I'm still tired as hell... lemme sleep) went to Marc's house, hung for a while, tried to drive Dom's car, failed miserably.

Dom and I decided to follow Mauro, Nick, and Veronika to Starbucks. Went. Mocked Veronika's driving skills (lack thereof?) on the way there. Also blared System of A Down at earspliitting levels while Dom and I screeched the lyrics at innocent passerbys.

I got a sort of tingle at this, but nothing more.

Got there, drank coffee, Nick showed me an... interesting graphic novel describing Abraham Lincoln's assassination, perfectly historically correct (or so it said.) Chugged coffee, drove back, chilled for like two minutes, went to Matt's house. Ate gigantic cookie, watched the Canes (who I think are still losing) and read The Alphabet of Manliness (which is God's masterpiece, I am not even kidding.) Had to go home.

So Dom and Veronika and I went back into Marc's car and started back home.

And that's when it finally clicked.

First of all, Marc's Mini Cooper and the musical selection inside of it is perfect. How he makes mix CD's so awesome, we may never know.
Second off, it was kinda that late night feeling when you're thinking, "Oh yeah, time to start some shit up." only it was magnified by, maybe, tenfold because of the whole 'graduashunnnnn' feeling.
Thirdly, there is nothing, NOTHING more exciting and perfect and heartwrenching and sublime and just good-ol-teenage fun than screaming through Cary with Goldfinger and Santana blaring, and three newly graduated students yelling lyrics at the top of their voices, with a slightly confused IB junior in the back as well.

Okay. So yeah, today was perfect.

This year was perfect.

You guys are perfect.

EVERYTHING is perfect.

I bow humbly to you seniors reading this, and I thank you for being so completely and utterly sicksweetawesome for the past four years.

Time to open the doors to the future.





...

Okay enough being serious.

FUCK YES.
FUCK FUCKING FUCK YES.
TO THE FUCK YES POWER.
SOLVE FOR FUCK.
YES.

Have a nice life!

~meh!~

EDIT: So yeah, with all of that money, I'm contemplating buying THIS.  ¶ 10:58:00 PM