Almost four years ago I set foot in the doors of South High thinking, 'Finally, only four more years of this shit and then I'm outta here... PARTAY!'

Now I don't want to leave and I want to stay but I know I can't go back in time to things I've forgotten and to choices I regret. All I want to do is cry because I'm leaving behind things I know and going out into the world that I don't know, but I have heard about it. It doesn't sound very friendly, I must say.

But I'm spazzing out, completely, can't you tell?

Tomorrow is our first practice at 2:30 in the gym, then there is practice at 9:30 am at the Bowl and then the Baccaloriate, or whatever that i can spell or say properly. But before the one I can't pronounce, I have to crash a party and afterwards I have to go out to eat and sit nicely at a table with a guy I like, who knows i like him, but not voice my feelings - which, if you know me, goes completely against who I am, what I do and my general existance.

The day of graduation is even more fun. I have to go to church, help my friend set up her party, go to Graduation - be at the bowl by 1 when the ceremony starts at 2 (so much fucking sense!) - then get my diploma from a church across the street (two churches in one day! AH I SHALL BURST INTO FLAME!), go to my friends party and then die... after going to the all night party for the Seniors that some bowling alley hosts.

As if the past four fucking years weren't enough they toss the formal bullshit on top of it AND give us finals! WE ARE HUMAN NOT LITTLE MUTANT GUINEA PIG CREATURES THAT YOU CAN TORTURE FOR YOUR OWN SICK AMUSEMENT UNTIL THEY SNAP!... though we are bio-degradable...