Well, I don't really know what to say. Prom, Dry Grad, commencement... it's all been such a blur. I looked, well.. meh, but all my friends looked great
Dry grad was not all it's cracked up to be, though the hypnotist was amusing. Commencement was a long, drawn out bunch of nonsense that we couldn't hear most of the time.
I'm very sad that it's the last week, though. I've enjoyed this year of high school more than any other, and I wish I had've come into this school in Grade Eight. But, there's no sense in reminiscing. We got our yearbooks today and really... it's just hit me now that it's over.
Unfortunately, I know I won't remember most of this year soon enough, in fact, some of it is already gone.
Love to all my friends here in Mission: Graham, Beki, Jacquie, Brad, Liz, Richelle, Natasha, and of course Sammy & Gordy, my Lit buddies.


Also, a huge thanks to who finished my kiriban!
It's Blake and Eve from Invisible

Random Watchers ftw.

Quotes of the day:
"Obesa Cantavit" (Latin: The Fat Lady Has Sung)

"What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from."
- TS Eliot