Graduation

Okay, last year at graduation I got a little emotional. Everyone was so happy and I was just thinking how this would be me next year. Dr. Robbins even made a good speech last year that was nice and inspirational. Except that this year it wasn't really that emotional for me. It was more boring. Reyes and Gaines didn't speak which was frustrating because they would have been good speakers. Instead we had really boring speeches. But the video was nice. I was expecting everyone to cheer really loudly when the last kid went up to get his diploma, but considering we couldn't even tell he was the last kid, everyone was just sort of confused. The most exciting part was when we flipped our tassels and everyone started throwing their hats in the air. I got hit in the shoulder with the corner of a hat, btw. That kinda sucked. After the hats started getting thrown around, I ran up to the choir (who I think cheered for me when I got called...they cheered for all the Chamber Choir people who got called..I'm gonna miss them so much) to sing the weird alma-mater. As soon as that was done I grabbed people or was grabbed for hugs. I remember being lifted into the air at least once. And I got a trademark Ian hug which was getting grabbed and shaken a bit. After that, it was back to the seats and out the door to get my real diploma instead of just the case. I'm kinda glad it was Mrs. Hershey who gave me my actual diploma instead of some random Board of Ed person. Mrs. Hershey's my favorite teacher ever and I think getting the diploma from her made it more special than the whole ceremony had seemed. After I found Matt and found my family, my whole family ran off to my house for dinner.

I really got a lot for graduation, it's awesome: My aunt and uncle from Indiana got me a color PDA that takes pictures and can play MP3's. I have to get a special thing for MP3's, though.

My parents got me luggage (Matt says it's because they're trying to get rid of me...booo). A big three piece thing which will be really helpful for college and for when I'm going to visit other people.

My aunt/uncle/maybe grandmother too? got me stationary with my name on the top.

Got a bunch of money.

And these are the ones I liked best: My mom spent months making me this scrapbook of stuff from when I was little and my friends now and my family. I love it. She did a really good job and it's just so sweet. I'm gonna miss my mommy :-(.

My grandmother gave me all these little knick-knack type things of my grandfather's. I really wanted stuff like that for awhile. The best thing she gave me was a gavel he had when he was president of some comittee at the college he taught at. I'm gonna put it on my desk at college for good luck. Right now it's on our mantle. She also gave me some of his really nice cufflinks that I can make into jewelry if I want and a ring that he had given to her. I really appreciate that stuff. I especially like the gavel 'cause it really seemed to fit him, he was always really fair and smart and everything. My poor Grandma's not dealing so well lately. I hope she'll be okay.

After dinner with the family was midnight madness which, for me, was truly awful. I got horribly, horribly sick and once again embarassed myself much like at the Parnassian show. Must get over that someday. Anyway, I was so sick I had to leave early and my parents had somehow managed to leave their phone off the hook. The Gilman's, who were our emergency people, were on vacation and I didn't know who else we could call. Finally Matt thought up to call his parents and his mom ended up coming to get me at like 1 in the morning. I'm SOOOO SOOO SOOOOOOO grateful to her for that. And to Mrs. Kellner who kept me from completely flipping out. And to Matt who was just being sweet. And to all my friends who were concerned for me. But I feel very embarassed as usual. I never want people to see me like that ever.

So the past couple of days I've spent recovering and hanging out with family and Matt and that's been nice. Sucks about Midnight Madness, but at least I got a cute caricature of me and Matt out of it. And no, I'm not trying to get away from him in the picture...my boobs are simply to huge and are pushing me off the side (the woman drew me with enormous boobs and kinda weird hair).

Now it is time to go do other things that are not updating my blog. Adios.

I have this horrible feeling that Diane left for New York and with all the excitement of this week I didn't get to say good bye :-(. Oh well, she's only in New York, I'll call her up and force her to get pancakes with me.

So yeah, prom was great. We ended up staying till the end and then going to the comedy club in our prom clothes. It was a bit uncomfortable, but still worth staying till the end of the prom. The comics were good, and I think that Mike, Miles, Philippe, Matt, Mari and I laughed the hardest when the fat comic said "Wouldn't it be cool if the Kool-Aid guy came through the wall right now?" Oh, Family Guy rip-offs, how we love thee.

After that, back to Matt's where we all changed in a hurry and then ate a really nice breakfast of waffles and pancakes and muffins and yummy things. Matt's parents made us all this food, it was so nice. My parents would have thrown us some Eggo's and gone to bed. Then it was Airplane and sleeping. Sleeping went on for most of the next day.

Next update, which hopefully won't suck as much as this one: Graduation

Holy Jesus, what happened to Blogger? Confused, confused confused...

Okay, so I've been really bad about updating lately. Since the last time I've updated I've gone to prom, graduated from high school (!!!!), and gotten horribly sick at midnight madness. All of that was great except for the last one.

To start off:

Prom was AMAZING. Usually I'm really skeptical about stuff like that, because a lot of the times that things are supposed to be great and amazing they turn out boring and crappy. But I'm so glad because prom was not like that at all. I FINALLY got to wear my hot pink/fuscia/whatever dress out someplace. It's been sitting on a hanger on the door in the office for what feels like forever. I got to get my hair and make up done and it was BEAUTIFUL. I loved my make up, I wish I could learn to do that. And at first I thought my hair looked like a texas beauty queen or something, but after getting the advice of my mother, Linda, and Mari, I fixed it a little and it looked much better. Matt looked AMAZING. I think tuxes make all guys look good. But Matt looked extra good. :-) So after Matt and his family came to my house to take pictures on our own and so they could see my dress before we went to Miles' we finally left.
Showed up at Miles' house and took a million and a half more pictures. All the guys looked great, like I said, tuxes just always look good. Even if they are a pain in the ass to get on. And the girls....yeah, we were definitely the best looking ones at the prom. Haha. I want to steal Megan's dress, and Mari's dress, and Gina's dress and then sneak in to proms wearing them. Hehe. But everyone looked so beautiful. I have pictures, btw, if anyone wants to see. Alright, just so you know that wearing this dress with the big ass skirt (not really, just kinda poofy) and being all prettified doesn't make me any less of a nerd: As soon as we got to Miles' house I jumped out of the car and straight for Ruby, his dog, while yelling "Puppy!" and trying to pet him despite my mother saying I'd get dog hair on my dress. Anyway, we took a million more pictures, oohed and ahhed over each other, and then ran off in the limo.

Limo's are fun. Especially when they have a moon roof. And especially when you get to stand out the moon roof while it's driving. Mari and I did that on the way out of prom, except we were told to get back inside before the cops saw us. But it was a lot of fun.

We got to the Westmont Country Club at about 8 and were greeted by various teachers taking a bunch of pictures. Even Dean McGowan was there. And she SMILED AND WAVED. That was freaky. The place was so beautiful. The food was good, the dancing was fun (despite early thoughts that I can't dance and would get laughed at), and I loved seeing people all dressed up. I even saw Tashira who I hadn't seen in forever (I kinda thought she didn't recognize me at first, 'cause she just said "Oh...Hey!" but she later proved she knew who I was) and Amber who I hadn't seen in FOREVER. Amber and I were such good friends in fifth grade, but after that we were never really in any classes together and we see each other only once in awhile and go "Ahh! I haven't seen you in so long!" Amber is tres cool. I saw her at midnight madness but that was in the midst of my I'm so sick I'm gonna puke on you insanity so I didn't get her number or e-mail or anything. That sucks. I'll have to track her down.

Anyway, danced A LOT with Matt, which was so much fun. It was really funny because our first time doing anything together was at Homecoming where we basically just sort of swayed back and forth 'cause neither of us could dance and we didn't know each other very well. But this time we just did whatever the hell we wanted and it was a lot of fun.

Gotta go for now, more later.

I have decided right this very moment at 3:04 AM on June 21st, 2003 that I must say this.

Natalie is a very cool person. I am afraid that at times she gets all left-out feeling. But she is tres cool and very very nice and does things to her hair that I would never have the guts to and she still makes it look good. So Natalie, if for some reason you are reading this: You are cool. And have fun hair. And I am SUCH a bigger lesbian than you....

Speaking of lesbians....I went prom dress shopping with Linda today...

Hahaha, no, we're not actually lesbians. But we told Miles and Philippe that when they dropped us off to get my car. Heheheh.

Today was our graduation rehearsal. I think I'm like the thirtieth person to graduate or something, I did the math in my head before. And then I fell asleep. Graduation rehearsal is damn boring. But I'm sure on the actual day of graduation I'll be freaking out and clapping for everyone really loudly and crying and stuff like that.

Tomorrow (or today, whatever) = Matt's graduation party. And first day of summer.

Monday is prom! Whee!

I'm not really speaking coherently..or writing..or...whatever. I'm not drunk, just tired. I think it's time for sleeping. G'night.

Diane's blog entry nearly made me cry. Emotions are high at graduation time. This morning I saw a story on Elvis Presley's daughter opening a place for homeless families to go for a few months while they get on their feet. And they showed this woman who got to finish school while staying there and they showed her in her cap and gown and that nearly made me cry. Then I stubbed my toe and that actually made me cry....no, not really, just being silly now.

Today was just as weird as any other day. I had to take the orchestra final. I walked in late (as usual) all ready for May to make a comment about it. I even had a comeback planned ("Hey, can't break tradition, now can I?") but he didn't seem to notice. I played with my little group (we were okay, I think, I didn't really care at all) and then had to be conducted by the two teachers trying out for next year. One was a man who barely conducted at all. At times I thought he had stopped altogether and I stopped playing for a second only to realize he hadn't stopped but just conducted with really small movements that were hard to see. Then there was a woman who I started off liking because she seemed energetic and actually happy to be there, but then she spent twenty minutes of her thirty minute audition talking about Peter Warlock and how Capriol is really about some lawyer who can't dance. She could conduct well enough, though. I'm pretty sure they'll probably give her the job unless there are other people in line for the job.

This was followed by finding out that I didn't actually have to go to gym like we'd been told, so that was nice. I saw Rebecca and Matt showed up and then Matt and I ran away to my house and watched bad TV until he had to go to his sister's graduation dress rehearsal. Then I ended up at Mike's before the yellow shirt meeting where I said really strange things which I don't remember much about right now. Apparently Mike did an impression of me. That kinda makes me want to cry. Oh well.

The Yellow Shirt people stuck me in the Harry Potter class. Emma and I have no classes or free periods together and Emma figured out that it was probably planned that way, as was our not having any classes or free periods with either of Josh's brothers. They probably remember last year. Haha. Miles refuses to let me forget it. I think there was some sort of bet made on how much of my pay check would get cut this year. Little fucker. Oh yes, at the meeting a brownie exploded on me. It was the strangest thing. And slightly embarrasing. But oh well, not much to do about it.

I have this fear that my prom dress will suddenly not fit anymore. It's scary. Let's hope that doesn't happen. Because I'll cry.

My mother told me that last Sunday when we were at my grandmother's house for Father's Day she could swear she heard my grandfather say "Hello" when we were sitting down for lunch. This caused me to go on a ramble of times where I swear I've seen him or expected to see him. Such as at his own funeral when I stood in the lobby for five minutes waiting for someone even though I couldn't really figure out who I was waiting for. Finally realized I was waiting for my grandfather. I was telling her this and I almost started crying so I changed the subject to the weather or something.

South Orange Starbucks makes crappy frappacinos. Or anything. They're just not so great.

I'm in a very very weird mood. I wish I updated more. With better writing. 'Cause that would be nice. Sigh.

I also need a new template. Again.

I'm sorry. Good night.

I was about to go to sleep, but then for some reason I went and read Jack's blog and I was inspired to write. Weirdness. And I feel kinda...yick...so I'll write for a few minutes and then go to sleep.

Today...or yesterday rather...was Father's Day. I was gonna get my dad this book, but then I didn't. Instead I made him a CD which he really seemed to like. I put songs I know he likes and that have a meaning for him and me on it and some random songs I thought he'd like. I put Take Me Out to the Ball Game 'cause he used to sing that to me while putting me to bed (actually, it was sort of throwing me into bed...he'd carry me and we'd sing that song and then on "1! (he'd swing me) 2! (another swing) 3! (get swung onto bed) strikes you're out..." and I'd get tossed into bed and I thought it was the most fun thing ever. Could explain my strangeness, though. Haha. Oh yay I get to go to a ball game this summer and get to take Matt with us...whoopee!! I also put Don't Worry, Be Happy which I made my dad play for me ALL THE TIME when I was little and I put Guys and Dolls and Damn Yankees and Aimee Mann andThey Might Be Giants and lotsa other stuff. He liked it. Hooray!!

Today we were riding up the elevator to my grandma's apartment and I looked up at the ceiling which was this gold stuff that sorta acted like a mirror. I always do that in elevators. Look up and secretely watch people. My mom called me weird. I said "I'm eccentric!"
She said, "I'm not old enough to have an eccentric child."
To which I replied, "Hey, you could have an eccentric five year old."
And she answered, "I know, I had one."

Hehehe. I'm eccentric. ::holds up gold star::

So my grandma gave me some jewelry to wear to prom. I dunno which of it I'll wear, but it's all very pretty. I'm afraid that at prom I'll end up looking like a giant pink cupcake girl. That would suck quite a bit.

I have a bio final tomorrow. Have not studied. Going to bed too late. Bad Robin, bad.

I talked to some kid who's going to Ohio online tonight. It was interesting. But creeped me out a little big because he told me it was a party school. And there were like 25 bars near by. I'm not scared of bars, but I don't drink, I don't party. Oh well, I'll find something to do. Maybe school work. That could be good.

As school is ending I find that I will miss the most random people. Like I will miss Randy a lot, even though I barely ever speak to him, but I like seeing him on the announcements all the time because he does such a good job. I hope he gets to be a news anchor someday and I can watch him on TV and go "Ah, Randy, I knew him way back when. We had Spanish together. He was great on Studio Soap."

I will also miss Studio Soap. Jeremiah's alive! Holy crap! That was awesome. Even though he was in my English class and had been there everyday since he got pushed down the stairs...hmm...intruiging...

I'm sleepy now. Time for bed. I wrote some more to this, but it got all weird and nostalgic like and I think I'll save that for later. G'night everyone.

'03!

I'm making my Dad the awesomest CD. It has Take Me Out to the Ball Game and Don't Worry, Be Happy and Sit Down You're Rockin' the Boat and Paul Simon and They Might Be Giants and I REALLY hope he likes it.

Matt is in Baltimore, but I am writing this anyway.

To Matt:
Happy 6th months! Yay! I love you!

To everyone that is not Matt:
That is all. Go on with your regularly scheduled internet wandering.

I saw a kid with a Homestarrunner t-shirt in Pathmark. It said "Raised by a cup of coffee" on the back. I'm jealous.

I also saw Mullholand Drive tonight with Matt, Jon, and Jon's friend Julie. Who is this David Lynch person? And who is it who allowed him to make movies? 'Cause holy crap that was...I can't think of the words...Why were there old people? And random spanish? And scary mud man? And random naked lesbians with breast implants.....It's just so crazy!

Today was the last real day of school. I took an incredible amount of pictures. Ask me and I shall show them to you. Muah. Good night.

Note to Diane:

Are you going away this summer? I keep forgetting to ask. And can we go get chocolate chip pancakes some morning? 'Cause that'd be lotsa fun and then we can have it be like a tradition of annual eating of chocolate chip pancakes at the end of the year! And then I can come back next year and we can go do that again and you'll have graduated and I'll be like "Awww, my little Diane is growing up ::tear tear sob::!".

So yeah...talk to me, chica.

Right...okay...I just noticed the past two entries were about how I'm scared. That's just no good.

My pretty red shoes made little marks of pain on my feet today. That kinda sucked. A lot.

I also scored 7 points in volleyball. And then nearly broke my wrist...and lost both times...oh well.

Today when we went out to the student lot, some of the cars had been written on, including Matt's. I'm jealous. No one wrote on my car. They had written "Seniors" and "'03" and drew cougar paws....aaahhh somebody do that to my car....that's so sad that I just begged for that...anyway....

Apparently Mr. May is doing something tomorrow that he has either been planning for three months or since he was three months old...I was told different variations on it. So we tried to guess what it was. My first thought was that he was getting married (to that Molly girl who he kept talking about at the beginning of the year as though he was trying to assure all of us that he wasn't gay). Then this girl Kristin..or Kirstin...I think it's Kristin...Mari's stand partner said, "He's finally moving out of his mom's house" which was funny. Then I said, "He's finally becoming a woman" and then all sorts of craziness ensued.

And now I'm gonna go 'cause this entry is stupid.

Why am I going to the middle of nowhere for college? I'm not ready to be a grown up. I'm scared. :-(

Is it too early to transfer?

For the past three days I have been having horrible horrible allergy attacks to the point where it feels like I'm almost choking. It's horrible. I went to the doctor because my mom and I thought that maybe I had asthma, but he said no, only allergies. Take benedryl or whatever. I hate this. I hate it I hate it I hate it. I keep trying to figure out what is causing it, hoping that it's not just some seasonal crap. I don't want to have this all the time. I feel like crying right now. I think it's something in my house, now. I can't for the life of me figure out what it is, though. Maybe dust? Maybe my cat's new litter? Maybe one of the neighbors planted new flowers?

I hate this. I want to cry.

In other news....I didn't get to get my cap and gown today because they cleaned up everything before 3:15. Grr.

I'm scared of graduating. I'm scared to be a grown up. I'm gonna be all lonely in college.

Blah. I'm just scared in general.

One of the best things Miles has ever said:

Miles: Did I hit the car?
Philippe, Mike, Matt, and Robin: Yes!!
Miles:..Awesome. ::drives away::

Maybe I'll explain it later. But now I'm tired. Just understand, it was so funny.

Oh yes, I told Beth awhile ago that I'd write her a note in my blog. So here is a note to Beth:

Hi Beth! I made a total ass out of myself in front of Nancy. That kind of sucked. K, time for sleeping now. Bye Beth!

The past two days have sucked SOOO much.

Yesterday Mr. May announced senior exemptions. I did not get one. I have an A average in the class. Except that I'm late all the time, so he says that because of that I can't get an exemption. Aside from the fact that he he said he wouldn't do anything to punish me for my lates, he technically can't do that. He has never written me up, therefore I have no "official" lates. So I SHOULD have the exemption. Except that he knows the dates I was late and if he wanted to, he could write me up. And probably would. So I can't really fight him on it. Although really he's just doing it to be an asshole because I guess he hates me for some reason? I can't figure out any real reason for doing this to me except to spite me. I told Rodriguez about it, and his response was, "What a petty abuse of power! I love it!" Rodriquez acts so evil, but I bet when he goes home he calls his wife "Shmoopsy-poo" and talks to his baby through his wife's stomach. Ha.
Mrs. Hershey said, "That's so mean!" and went and got her sheet about senior exemptions and showed it to me, and we figured out that I really can't do much about it because if he knows the dates I was late, he can still write me up and make it not only impossible for me to be exempt, but I'd get about a zillion detentions and never be able to make them up in time.
Mrs. Tenenbaum said she'd write a note for me asking him to reconsider. I told her it was okay, mostly because I don't want Mrs. Tenenbaum to really know how many lates I have. She'd be oh so dissapointed in me.

So after that rage-filling incident, I spent the rest of the day ready to kill someone. Then today, I came into orchestra (late as usual, but this time I didn't give a flying shit because why should I even TRY being on time anymore?) only to be forced to play a HORRIBLE song that no one wanted to play and nearly start crying half way through because I realized that Mr. May has ruined every orchestra event I've ever looked forward to all year. So after that lovely time, I went to the library with Matt where I was utterly grumpy (my poor Matt, the shit he has to deal with from me. I'm sorry, Matt, I love you).

After that was bio, which was easily the funniest period of the entire day. Only because the word "poop" was said at least 200 times. Mostly by me and Linda. Here are some quotes I wrote down, we were disecting pigs:

Stephane: "I definitely fucking cleaned you and now you're pooping again..."

Lyle: "What do you do if your pig has a lot of...um...poo-poo?"
Mrs. Hershey: "What would you do with a little baby who had a lot of poo-poo on it?"
Nicole: "Give it to my mom."

Linda: "Don't squeeze it, it's gonna shoot poop!"

Robin: (to Rebecca who REFUSED to wear gloves while disecting) "That's why you have to wear gloves, 'cause there's poop!"

Robin: "I'm being helpful...I'm writing down interesting things...I'm learning."
Linda: "About what?"
Robin: "...about poop?"
::Mrs. Hershey gives evil eye::

Linda: "Maybe it's a penis!...No, it's an ovary!...No, it's an appendix!"

Linda: "I'm glad this lab is over next week."
Robin: "So they can go to piggy heaven."
Mrs. Hershey: "The Columbia High School dumpster."

Rebecca: "Ew...what's it called came out..."
Robin: "Poop?!?"
Linda: "How could you forget what poop is called, we've been talking about it all day!"

Rebecca: "Ew, it's not the gooey kind, it's lumpy!"

Mrs. Hershey: "Oh, you're gonna make me pop the poop?!"

Linda: "It's nose fell off!"

Rebecca's pig (who we named Sunshine 'cause she was yellow-ish...Stephane's big was fuzzy 'cause he was really hairy...they had a theme song...it was interesting) had a REALLY long intestine. She used it as a jump rope and jumped three times in a row before it broke. Now that's skill.

Robin: "Rebecca's was so long! That pig was a....pig...."

When all the hilarity was done with, it was time for lunch, where Matt dangerously cut off Philippe for a parking space. And got punished for it by getting hit with a stick a few times.

We ate lunch and on the way back, I noticed something weird. One of my molers felt very different than it had earlier. After a minute of going "WTF?" I realized...hey...there's a part of my tooth that's not there anymore...so I started panicking and ended up spending the entirety of seventh period in the nurses office trying to get in contact with my mother. I ended up going back to class with part of my tooth missing and being extra grumpy for the rest of the day.

On the upside, I got a B- on my math test when I thought I had totally bombed it. Except that that's not high enough to get my exempt ::cries::

After school I was on the way home and as I was making a left turn out of town, this guy behind me starts honking at me and pulls up next to me, mid-turn. So I stop and he motions for me to roll down the window, which I do and he says, "Hey, you've got a toyota....wanna know a place you could get rid of all those dents in the back?"
To which I responded (and I really did do this), "What?! I'm trying to turn!!"
"I could do the body work real cheap!"
"What the...you stopped me in the middle of the road?!?! I'm driving!!!" and drove away as fast as I could.
Nutcase.

Got home, phone wasn't working, was all angry and fed up with the world so I started crying and then called my mother who thought I was having a total mental breakdown. But then I calmed down and Matt came over and cheered me up with hugs. Yay Matt.

This is very very long.

Must go...there's a hole in my tooth...which means...hey, look over there! ::runs away::

So part of my tooth fell out today...

That was kind of weird.

Happy June!

It's 12:11

I want cookies sooo badly. I made some with Matt and Linda and Jon today. Mmmm...cookies. So good. Except I took none with me, which was sad.

We got yearbooks on Friday. There are no candids of me, which makes me kinda sad, but whatever. I also was cut out of not only the choir picture (TWICE) but ALSO last years musical picture. Which makes me not so happy with a certain editor of the performance arts section who happened to put a huge picture of their own face in. Which...oh...don't get me started...

But anyway....

Pavane is a very pretty song. I love it. Go download it now.

Lordy, I have nothing to write. I must shower now. Adios.