So... I guess I graduated?

I think that I've had more than enough time to fully digest graduation before I post about it. It's been roughly five days since I've been graced with a diploma, adulthood, and numerous graduation congratulations.

Graduation was a blur.

It goes by so fast. 


No one really warns you for how fast it'll feel. I hardly remember walking across the stage. I walked behind my counselor like a squash, but you know, I followed the example of several before me. I learn by example... and I panicked. So, I was one of "those" kids.

It just absolutely amazes me that the biggest moment of the entire high school career is over in a blink of an eye. I spent more time in the back halls goofing around with the chords, than I actually spent graduating. I spent more time with three lovely people singing, laughing, being loud than being in the gym.

I didn't trip though! That's a plus. I was SO worried.

My theatre director was in my line of teachers to say goodbye too. I about cried when I got a hug from him. It was the only time I almost cried. He's been the life changing teacher in my life. Easily one of the hardest goodbyes to say.

I just have a hard time even wrapping my mind around "graduation". I got to wear the funny robe; I had classic issues with the cap.


I just have a wonderful group of people that love and support me. In the end, that's all the really matters.

Photo Credit - Mrs. Blyckert :)

Blessed I May Be

I'm a big bonfire kid. I never was as a child, but for some reason, I am HOOKED on some serious bonfire-ing. I just like the fact that in an intimate setting, like around the fire, people are happy and they joke and everything for a time seems right. I don't know if it has to do with the fact that graduation is in a week, and it's starting to become a mission of life or death to hold onto the moments that you want to remember forever. Maybe.

Plus the smell. I'm half addicted to the smell of bonfire. It's so pleasant.

Anywho, tonight, I got the small opportunity to have a heartfelt conversation with a couple other friends. It truly was a beautiful thing, and I fully appreciate them for it. I'm a sucker for listening to reasons behind why someone believes the way they do, and, gosh, this group was wonderful.

I even shared tidbits about my life that I don't usually talk about. Which is incredible. I just couldn't be more thankful right now for the friends that I have made over the course of this year. I have honestly and truly been blessed.

People are quite fantastic. Not the neighborhood dwellers, but the ones who are willing to munch mint candies and discuss "don't touch" topics with you. Until one thirty in the morning. And if there wasn't a reason to leave, chances are the conversation could have gone for hours more.

<3

Belief

"I believe in you." 

Those four words hang tightly in my mind,

Painted in earth tones on ceramic mugs. 

The paint has raised slightly, and every time I run my thumb over it,

It's you.

You're face is etched in my mind. 

Strong, commanding eyes that speak the wisdom of the ages. 

But your words tend to be laced with daggers - 

And I drop the mug, watching it shatter into tiny pieces - 

Each reflecting a moment of you. 

You're face covered in flour,

How we failed in making cookies,

Wearing the dessert more than baking it.

You're hands encased in the messily knitted gloves that I had once upon a time given you. 

You're eyes tilted slightly upwards, as we danced in the moonlight,

My pale colored dress twirling around in the warmth of the firelight. 

The night you gave me your sweatshirt -

When the rain was pouring  and you told me that you loved me. 

That you believed in me. 

And that night when I believed you.

Because I loved you too. 

Of Hipsters and Grandparents

I am getting new glasses, slightly under the "hipster" category and they are speckled brown. These paired with hairstyles similar to the one above, matched with my addiction to scarves is almost obscenely art student. And you know what? I couldn't be more okay with that. It's a stereotype that I don't totally mind slipping into. Because, I'm happy, and I think it's cute, and hey, I am a art student. Like, been there done that, hello Major.

I was blessed on Friday. I am blessed all the time, my friends are angels, my family is heaven. But real quick, I want to talk about my blessing on Friday.

I received a five thousand dollar check from my grandparents. Between that check, and the loans that I am getting from Western, I have officially covered my end of the bargain. When I opened the letter with the check tucked inside, I almost burst into tears. The load that the check took off my shoulders is truly significant. I owe my grandparents so much already for being so active in my life, but then to receive this.... It's incredible. I don't even know how to put into words what I am feeling. asknf;asnvournf;lskcno;ikajen.

That sort of covers it.

Anyway, things are smoothing over a tad, and school as per always seems to be speeding up. But graduation is almost here. I couldn't be happier.

Why is life so wonderful?

jasdfkjnsadfon ... The end.

Loneliness is a sucker punch to the throat. 

I need tomorrow. Breakfast with a beautiful girl, dinner with another beautiful girl.

And the show. Even though I've seen it already. I'm that kid. Awesome. 

BAH. I don't know what's all messed up right now. 

Sleep will do me good.

Sleep well, world. 

Happy? Abnormally.

Hopefully that video works and it's all perfect in video land, because it slightly sums up how good of a mood that I'm in right now. And I'm cleaning. Which is odd. Because I'm never this uplifted while I clean. 

Maybe it's because it's spring (sorta) or because summer is one it's way or because I have just decided that I want to be happy. No more of this stupid "Mreh" drama that makes up the high school career. I have this rock that I got from Pike's Place that says, "WHEN YOU ARE GOING THROUGH HELL, KEEP GOING!"

I made it through? Maybe?

I think I did. Because, at least for now I'm in a pretty good place. I think we can all point at my vacation and go, "You're to blame for the good mood." Because, let's be honest. The amount of coffee I consumed was brilliant, and the amount of laughter that was produced was fantastic. (My sister and I spent a two hour drive singing duets to random things on my Ipod. What's not to love?) 

The point of all this I guess is to say: Boo bad things. But hey! Things can get so much better. Because they do. 

This post was horribly random and I'm sorry about that. I'm all whacky in a sleep schedule and I want nothing more than a strawberry smoothie and to exercise a little. But until I can make those things possible I really ought to sleep a little and write some. 

Why is life so beautiful? Humans take advantage of it. 

Life. <3 

Life is Art. I like Spring Break.

I will forever and always be that kid who sees scenes in novels strictly in flowing colors. My dreams are always black and white, or sepia, but rarely color is ever seen. All my dreams look like classic movies, which is AWESOME. Why? Being asked to prom in Times Square? So awesome in black and white. Just sayin'. (Excuse my dreams. I got caught up on prom and NY last night. Mes apologies... )

So. Mostly, I leave tomorrow. I meet the Roommate on SATURDAY. WHOO!!!

I just needed to throw that bit in there. I am meeting her so so so so so soon. I can hardly sit still. In fact, sitting still will be a fancy skill I learn at approximately nineish? Maybe? Tomorrow when we head towards Bellingham. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm terribly excited. But the possibility of getting stuck on the pass? EW. Last time that happened I complained to a friend a lot and had to pee a lot and hoyboy it was bad times. And the the amount of large trucks that pass you on the edge of the pass and that just sends me into another whole world of panic. As much as I love that, let's avoid that. The faster over the pass too would be awesome. We don't need Vertigo to come back. I've quite liked life with the very mild form that has stuck around. He's easily dealt with, but the big brother version? LORD HELP ME.

On a very fast side note. Now that I clicked 'Update', I can't find anything on here. Fancy tags bar, come back to me! Just kidding. The official name is called 'Labels' and it's been staring me in the face. Cool beans.

Also, Jealousy is a bug. No need to further explain my pains on that, but jealousy is not my friend. hahaha, Not that it should be anyone's friend.

Sometime soon I will have a Spring Break that is to go on the radar. Like, Oh hey guys look how I visited Southern France. That's Southern French sun that is heating my fluorescent skin. Take. That.

Until that point, this kid will be happily traveling to Bellingham, finding a prom dress, possibly skype-ing with the boys (plus one girl), and updating a spring wardrobe. Also missing her cats. A lot. THEO <3

Over and out. (Rocketship sounds: Go.)