NOTHING

I haven't written in two days.
I feel so bad.
Having a puppy is like having a baby.
SO MUCH WORK.
And he cried all last night.
I did not sleep.
Which sucked.
But he's too cute to be allowed.
Dusk told me he looked like a webkinz.
He's so cute he's practically a stuffed animal.
A stuffed animal that cries and pees.

I DON'T HAVE SCHOOL ANYMORE AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF I'M JUST DOING NOTHING WATCHING TV AND LAYING AROUND LIKE AN UNDER-HYDRATED SLUG.

I have nothing exciting to write about.
I am a sucky blogger.

Over.

Hats With Feathers...

Well, dedicated readers, tomorrow is the day. TOMORROW I GET MY PUPPY. TANK. TANK MY PUPPY. TOMORROW WE GO TO GET HIM.

Today... I did almost nothing. Literally, almost nothing.

But I have a pre-nothing story. From my former high school days. (!!)

So, my AP English teacher is/was/and will forever be, crazy.
On our last day of class she strolled in wearing a FULL VICTORIAN COSTUME COMPLETE WITH HEADDRESS. And then she said, "Oh, how strange. By some strange form of space or time travel, I have found myself in your time and area." WHAT. She then proceeded to explain to us that she was Queen Elizabeth, and she would be teaching us for the class, because our professor was absent. She also spent the rest of class showing us slides of England, and saying things like, "And here is your professor standing outside of Shakespeare's former home." (Which was actually burned down.) She also got Clary to wear the male outfit. He didn't even question it. She pointed to this sparkly thing on a hanger and he took it and walked to the bathroom. IT HAD TIGHTS.
Then he just changed in the back of the room behind a giant styrofoam pharaoh and told us not to look.
It was one of the more entertaining class periods of my life.

AND HERE IS AN ACTUAL PHOTO TO DOCUMENT THE HISTORIC DAY.

That hat. It's just ridiculous.

And the tights. What.

Also, they're called 'pumpkin pants'.
And that's just fantastic.

Over.

A MEDIOCRE GRADUATE.

I AM OFFICIALLY A GRADUATE.
A MEDIOCRE HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATE.
AN ALUMNUS OF BLAIR HIGH SCHOOL. (Is that the right word? Alumnus? I'm pretty sure alumni is the plural...)

I didn't trip. I didn't pass out. I didn't vomit. My hat didn't fall off. I didn't totally mess up the senior song. (I played the piano.) And I remembered to shake the principal's hand with my right hand!

I'm not really sure what to do with the diploma. It's a piece of paper in a little black book. And it doesn't really do me any good because the college needs a transcript from my school and you don't use it for anything except to display or whatever and where am I supposed to display my high school diploma? I'm pretty sure that's like social suicide in college. As is wearing your letter jacket, and any other memorabilia that shows how stuck in the past you are. Or so I've been told.

My dad gave me a Cinderella princess pack as a graduation present. It has a jump rope, sidewalk chalk, crayons, an activity book (with 18 activities!), a water bottle, and a 24-piece puzzle. I really don't know what to make of it.

Over.

Bipolar Atmospheric Hell

TODAY WAS THE MOST EXHAUSTIVE DAY.

Seriously. I graduate tomorrow and all I had today was a bunch of parties to go to but me and my party hopping buddy actually had to take nap breaks at my house because we are such total wimps. But they were wonderful.

It's just one of those days where it's really humid and your back is sweating and you spend a significant amount of time wondering if the sweat is showing on your shirt and your make up is melting and your hair is frizzy and you want to do nothing but lay on the ground in the air conditioning and imagine the way life could have been if you weren't in Nebraska, the land of extreme climate.

One second it's May, and it's snowing and we ALMOST GOT A SNOW DAY, and the next day we have broken the 100 degree barrier and I want to die.

That's my life. That is the life of the Midwest. Welcome to bipolar atmospheric hell.

I graduate high school tomorrow. WHAT? That's crazy.

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Star Trek

JUST GOT BACK FROM STAR TREK INTO DARKNESS

SO INTENSE.

I LAUGHED. I CRIED. I LAUGHED HARDER. I CRIED HARDER.

Seriously though. It was really good. Clever. All of these plot twists, and I was like "OH. THAT WAS BRILLIANT AND UNEXPECTED."

Go see it.
Seriously.

Also I found Chris Pine very attractive.

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I'M SORRY

I FORGOT TO POST YESTERDAY. OH MY GOSH I FEEL SO BAD.
Blame it on the fact that it was my first day of freedom.
I'm so sorry.
This one will be extra special.

IN OTHER NEWS:
I had to get my pick up towed today. From the YMCA parking lot. Because yesterday after I finished working out it wouldn't start. IT PISSED ME OFF QUITE A LOT. But it was too late to get it to the shop so we just left it and today I called AAA and they towed it and hopefully it will be fixed.

I'M GOING TO SEE THE NEW STAR TREK TONIGHT. SO EXCITED. LIKE REALLY, REALLY EXCITED. I've been told it's better than the first one.

I've spent today doing absolutely nothing because I have no motivation to do anything because I have nothing to do. It's a cycle.

BUT I HAVE A PLAN.
I'm going to re-watch Grey's Anatomy. From the beginning. And I'm going to create a separate 'Grey's' tab at the top and keep you all updated with my commentary. And believe me, there will be a lot of commentary. I have a LOT of opinions. Especially on fast-paced, disaster-filled medical dramas. Prepare yourselves.

I'll post after the movie.

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FFRRRREEEEEEEDDDDOOOOOOOOMMM

FREE AT LAST I AM FREE AT LAST.

ON THIS GLORIOUS FINAL DAY OF MY HIGH SCHOOL CAREER I WILL BE USING ALL CAPS TO SIGNIFY THE GREAT WONDROUSNESS THAT I FEEL ON THIS WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON. MY SOUL IS ALIVE FOR THE FIRST TIME. I AM A BIRD. FLYING HIGH THROUGH THE CLOUDS OF OPPORTUNITY AND MAGICALNESS.

I WOULD LIKE TO THANK MY PARENTS. AND MY TEACHERS. AND AMERICA. THANK YOU AMERICA.

I WILL BE CELEBRATING BY SLEEPING FOR AS LONG AS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE. AND THEN WHEN MY BODY REFUSES TO SLEEP ANY LONGER, I WILL MEDICATE MYSELF INTO A SLEEP COMA.

PERHAPS LATER I WILL WRITE A REAL POST BUT FOR NOW I AM SOARING ON THE WINDS OF FREEDOM AND JOY AND AMERICA. 13 YEARS IN PUBLIC SCHOOL AND I AM FREE AT LAST. I LEARNED SO MUCH. HOW TO USE NOSE WHISTLE. HOW TO PROPERLY GET AWAY WITH MURDER. AND EVERY SWEAR WORD EVER SPOKEN. THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT.

OVER.