Well I meet a person

I was asked to Morp two days before. I am the last minute option, apparently. I also hardly knew the girl that asked me. But I said yes because Megan Francis had already ruined my plans for the night by asking Trevor to Morp. That is how I met Sadie Dodson.
She is a spaz, sure. She thinks that the host of Who Wants to Be a Millionaire is the one who makes the questions. She also quoted everything possible in her graduation speech. She drew a picture of me (which is basically not the only reason I feel compelled to write this).
No but for realz, she is pretty great. I was peeved when we became friends because it was like two weeks ago and now she is graduated. Which really sucks. It was a good few days together and Morp was pretty amazing. You're jealous now. Sorry for having good friends.

She drew this. Pretty great, neh?

Also, I updated my book because, let's be real, the additions I made into my second edition at three in the morning was filled with typos and grammar errors and stupid things. I like this one better.

Nathan Fillion

So I was watching one of my favorite TV shows, Firefly, and I couldn't help but notice a similarity in hair and eye color between me and Captain Malcolm Reynolds, a character portrayed by Nathan Fillion. Tell me what you think:

The picture is three years old and I was fat. Lay off.

Also, I am going to see The Shins, The Head and the Heart, and Blind Pilot tonight. Just letting you know so you can be jealous.

Here comes the worst time of the year.

Remember me last year at this time? Yeah, I hate graduation. It makes me cry. I don't like crying, because all my friends laugh at me. Last year will be nothing compared to this year. I am going to cry so much. Just to let you know. At least it'll be the last graduation I cry at.

Jealousy?

I was a little jealous of my friend tonight. He isn't that attractive (I am just guessing here, I have no idea how to judge guys). But really there is a girl who is super pretty who has a crush on himm. I kind of had a pity party for myself. Why do girls not like me? What is wrong with me?

It's simple to admit that I am not that good looking, nice, or even funny. Often I am just a total spaz. But all my brothers are married or have at least had a girlfriend. I just suck, I guess. I must be so unique, I am not even a high school student.

And in reality, I hardly hang out with people my age, relatively speaking. I could handle myself around 20-30 year old people just as well as any teenagers. I don't act like anyone else. I am like what a hipster dreams of being (only I am no hipster). 

I am special because no one else has to be like me. I was the one who was burdened with being this opinionated, rude, smart, smart mouthed, and girl crazy. I am not a catch, but I definitely am something. If girls are fishers, I am not a fish. I am like a rare 1800's flintlock pistol floating in the sea. Cool, unique, fun, funny to tell stories about, but in the end I will probably be thrown back without much regard (because for the most part, girls don't know much about guns). 

So I am no fish. I am just a spaz. But that is why I will be famous and you will have a girlfriend. 

See?

I must be pretty fetching great then.

So I don't have homework...or school

It is peculiar not having something hanging over me. It hasn't sunk in yet. I keep feeling burdened by AP tests and having to write BS emotional papers (pardon the suggested swearing, I just really hated those papers). I will never have a certain teacher again. I won't have math homework until after my mission at the earliest. I am free. I just need to convince the part of my mind that still feels like I'm procrastinating something.
I can read for pleasure. I can write something I really like. I don't have to wake up at 7:00 every morning to go to torture. It is over for a few months. I am free. I am on my way. I am on my way back to where I want to be.
Also, I really like that chapter.