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.

....

Today was the "Senior Banquet".
We watched the video of all of our baby pictures where we try to guess who is who.
Then after we hand out the award things.
A few weeks ago we got these packets with stuff like "Most Spoiled", and "Worst Driver" and we had to fill in who in our class fit the slot.

I won "Most Forgetful".

Ironically enough, I forgot to turn in my packet two weeks ago.

Over.

Skittles

So after the grad party we had two of those HUGE bags of skittles. Like the ziplock ones.
I made sure that both of them got opened when we got home so that mom can't return them.
And I stole one and have it safely hidden in my room.
Yay for skittles.

I got my cap and stole today.
'Stole' is a funny word. (I mean the thing that goes around your neck. Often associated with old ladies and fox fur. At least in my head.)
I have TWO DAYS left of school. TWO.
BUT THERE IS SO MUCH TO DO IN THOSE TWO DAYS.
Tomorrow morning I have to be there at seven for the pre-A.P exam breakfast.
Mrs. Knapp promised that she would have plenty of sugary cereal for us.
That excites me.

I have so much to do. So much. And yet I'm sitting here blogging, watching the season 3 finale of Pretty Little Liars. Dammit.

Over.

THREE DAYS. THREE BLESSED DAYS.

*PPPBBBBBBTTTHHHH*
(That's my unhappy noise.)
(For future reference.)

Been doing homework for the past 8 hours.

THREE DAYS OF SCHOOL LEFT AND SOMEHOW I'M STILL LOCKED IN A CAGE OF COMPULSORY PUBLIC EDUCATION.

Three days. Three days. Three days.
That's what I keep telling myself.
And then it won't matter.
Even if I didn't get everything done.
It's too late.
Too bad.
DONE.

And we have a lot of leftover cake!

Well... Happy Mommy Day.
I hugged my mommy today.
It was nice.
Have you hugged your mommy?
You should.

TWO WEEKS TILL I HAVE A PUPPY.

I have never been more exhausted in my life.
I can't even care about finals.
CAN'T. I PHYSICALLY CAN'T.
IT HURTS.
THE AMOUNT OF BOOKS, NOTEBOOKS, WORKSHEETS, ETC. ON MY BED PHYSICALLY HURTS TO LOOK AT.
IT'S LIKE THE SUN.
They always told me not to look at the sun as a kid and now I'm basically legally blind.

GREY'S ANATOMY WAS KILLER THIS WEEK.
MEREDITH'S WATER BROKE.
(spoiler alert)

Almost done with season 3 of PLL
(I've slowed down significantly because of this whole 'graduating' thing.)
Also, my mom scheduled a dentist appointment on Wednesday afternoon.
That's my last day of high school.
The dentist. Last day of school.
I should not have hugged her.

Over.

Cactus

I had my graduation party today.

It was basically the coolest one.
Everyone thought so.

And I got a cactus.
A CACTUS.
A REAL LIVE CACTUS.
And thinking about it, it's a brilliant idea.
I don't really have to take care of it.
I'll have to water it maybe once a year.
It's a conversation starter.
And it's a cactus in Nebraska.

But we didn't have it at my house, which was really awesome, because that means I didn't have to clean anything.
I DIDN'T HAVE TO HELP SET UP OR CLEAN UP.
My parents were like, "It's your day, go have fun."
They are so nice.

But now my house is full of decorations, and cake, and a CRAP TON OF PASTA.
I used crap ton as a unit of measurement the other day and my mom asked me how much that was.
I didn't really have an answer for her.
Still don't.
Any ideas?

THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO I KNOW THAT IS READING THIS AND CAME TO THE PARTY MY LIFE WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN COMPLETE WITHOUT YOU.
YOU ARE THE LIGHT OF MY YOUNG LIFE.

Over.

PAINTBALL. I MEANT PAINTBALL.

I slept through 2 of my 4 classes today.
Curled up in a little ball.
It was wonderful.

Something funny happened today. I'm trying to remember what it was. Hmmmmmm......
Nope. It's gone.

OKAY. I have something else. More like a concern.
So my little brother Sam is a little chick magnet and the girls have been flocking to him since he was in second grade. He's got blonde hair and blue eyes and the kind of face that makes everyone just go, "AWW."
He's a freshman this year and he's been working out and everything and now he's all muscular and I am BEATING THE GIRLS AWAY WITH A STICK.
SERIOUSLY.
IT'S RIDICULOUS.

He also plays the drums, and sings in choir, and plays soccer, and wears argyle sweaters, and is super sweet and sensitive. (He always cried the most when we were younger.)

(One time, when he was 12, he shot a squirrel with a BB gun, but he didn't kill it, just paralyzed it. So it was crawling around with its arms and he was bawling and Dan was telling him to just shoot it again and put it out of its misery but Sam was practically hyperventilating and the squirrel crawled away in some bushes and we never saw it again.)
(He still refuses to shoot anything that's not a human being.)
(PAINTBALL. I MEANT PAINTBALL. HE DOESN'T ACTUALLY SHOOT PEOPLE.)

BUT THE GIRLS....
I AM SCARING AWAY JUNIORS.
THERE ARE JUNIORS GOING AFTER MY FRESHMAN LITTLE BROTHER.
THIS IS NOT OKAY.
DON'T THEY KNOW THAT HE USED TO NOT CHANGE HIS  SHORTS FOR LIKE SIX DAYS?
He also didn't shower.
Like, he REFUSED TO SHOWER.
As if he thought that acid was going to pour out rather than water.
And next year, he will be a sophomore, and I will be in college and there will be NO ONE TO PROTECT HIM. HE'S JUST A LITTLE BOY. HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT HE'S GETTING INTO.
This terrifies me.

Anyone know of a good protective detail?

Over.

Nicole's Band Adventures Part 2

MARCHING BAND STORY.
I promised.

OKAY.... what to write... what to write...
I have four years of these stories stacked up and right now I can't think of any.
THIS ALWAYS HAPPENS.
EVERY TIME.

Okay. I've got it.

NICOLE'S BAND ADVENTURES PART 2:

Okay, so for marching band we have field shows. Or, halftime shows as most people know them. And Mount Dawg (band instructor) is always yelling things at us while we practice on the practice football field during band. We are always supposed to have 'markers' or little things to mark our spots when we're moving from one position to the next. (It's harder than it looks. Seriously.) And one day he was wandering through the flute section in the back (they are ALWAYS talking and screwing around. We brass instruments are the pride and glory.) and he looks down and yells, "HEY. Who's using dog poop for markers?" We all just started to laugh and then as he's walking back up toward the front he says, "Don't worry. I'll get to the bottom of this." And then he stops and says, "Bottom of this." And then he just cracks up. Full blown cracking up. And when he managed to talk again he chuckled, "I am so funny."
It may not be as funny to you guys, but to those of us who were there, it was hilarious. Mostly because it was Mount Dawg. Some of his favorite catch phrases include:
"You'll be wearing your butt for a hat."
"I'm gonna rip you a new one."
"Don't make me throw a shoe at you." (Sometimes he takes his shoe off and brandishes is for emphasis.)(Apparently one time he really did throw a shoe and gave a kid a nosebleed.)
OH and my personal favorite:
"Make like a baby and HEAD OUT."

Over.