I graduate on Saturday. For the first time in ever, I wont be in school. I'm only taking a year off, but still. I don't think it has hit me quite yet. Tons of my family member are coming up, I'm excited. Then, after the party on Saturday, I'm making my way home for a week. Brent is tattooing me, and I'm going to see if I cna pull off one by Peter's cousin, and maybe one more. Then back up here, back to work, back to whatever it is I'm supposed to do.

I have my last/first final tomorrow in french II, which I have yet to study for. Plus I have to turn in two stories for Fiction and Nonfiction, which I haven't started. No pressure though, I'm golden.

I picked up my tassle today, felt weird in my hand.

I am not at ALL where I thought I would be. Not a bad thing, but a very weird thing.