I graduated. June 13th, 2008.
Yay Me.
Yay Me.
And then I went to a party. Like, as soon as I was done with the ceremony. [[And the mandatory pics with family and friends.]] I just up and left. It was nice. And since I wore shorts underneath my gown, I was already in comfortable clothes. I hate dressing up. I don't care if I look nice in those clothes. It is so damned uncomfortable.
The party was uber fun. I got over my 'crush' because I found out something that makes me want to commit homocide: Ricky is a junkie. I hate that. Drugs = bad. Plain and simple. I don't want to get mixed up in that, so out the window of my mind he flew.
Plus, I found out that my cousin is a great kisser. I congratulated him, shook his hand, hugged him. Then he pulls me in for a wet one. Eew, because he's my cousin, but I can't deny that he's good at it. He's straigt, too, so IDFK what the deal was.
Then I made out with some football jock in a closet for about an hour. Billy, his name was. He is totally hot. Totally. Like, not as GQ as others that I've had, but definately cute. IDK why all the footballers in my school are like this, either. It's odd. But I'm not complaining. He even said that he wanted to keep seeing me. As friends of course. We all just graduated and will prolly never see each other again. Emotions ran high. I cried a LOT. It was kinda wierd crying in front of all those people. Well, I'll never see most of them again, so I guess it doesn't matter.
Also, Billy gave me his phone number and the adress he'll be ataying at next year. We used to be friends in Jr. High, but the whole Jock v. Drama Club thing kinda tore us apart. That's why I'm thinking he wants to get back to being close. Not because he's gay, but because the clique rules [[that I choose NOT to follow]] prevented him from talking to me all too often. As to why we made out in the closet for an hour: We talked a lot before making out. He told me just about everything that happened the past four years that he wished I was there for. The good and the bad. I spilled my guts to him, too. Like I said before, emotions were off the friggen charts. The physical stuff, I'm guessing, was just a way for our bodies to get in on what our minds were doing. It was nice. In twenty-or-some-odd-years, when I'm looking back. The night I graduated will be one of the few High School memories that I'll want to keep forever.
I really will miss all of them. As cold as I try to come off to people, I will miss them. It's sad. I won't see some of them, ever again. neutral I want to cry now.
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