Journey (typical)

On Wednesday I clapped my hands and did silly dances with giant smile on my face. I completed high school. The end of that blur that made my last four years was my only joy. We celebrated in the parkette, and we know what happens in the parkette. Just like my very first few days of high school, I spent the last moments we had in front of the school laughing with the girl with Jew curls. And when the entire day was over, That-Girl-Who-Doesn't-Know-What-Free-Water-Is and I spent two hours on the phone looking through our yearbooks. We came a looong way.

Thursday morning I woke up unsure of my freedom. It felt weird knowing that I'm done. So I had a session, grabbed a Chinese bowl of muesli cereal, and caught up with the last episode of Glee. Perhaps it's because of the session, or maybe cause it's that time of the month, but I finally let out my end-of-the-school-year tears. It's relieving to know that I feel for that community that we all built. We all put in our two cents into it and I really can't picture that school without us. I really really loved my senior year and my graduating class and that grad skip day and that don't stop believing parade and our grad 2010 facebook group and just anything and everything that brought us together.

I can't believe I'm gonna have an emotional attachment to that "Hell Hole." It isn't really that bad.

I'm going mental

To: Whoever-It-Is-That-My-Heart-Is-Setting-Itself-Up-For

Idontquiteknow what it is that I want
but I know that this has to be done.

From: Jilary-Hoyce

lmao i love making a dramatic entrance

Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh

Our run is over already?

Uniform pickle

A new season is here and my closet is getting full. That means another night is to be spent shoveling through mountains of clothes searching for things to keep and things to throw out. But this year will be harder than ones before.

I associate my clothes with the memories that I've made while wearing them. Like that blue tank top my mom wore to church today; I remember wearing it to my first school dance, with that brown tweed vest. And I recall my pink slip rising up when I jumped off the roof of that school. Like how I remember being in my first onesie when we conquered that questionable cake.

But it seems like I've done so much this year. Being my last year of high school, everything seemed like something I HAD to do.

I used to think that I'd just throw out every piece of my uniform once I finished my exams. But senior year was too good. Every stain and every rip on every article of my weekly clothes for the last four years will forever remind me of the years that I never wanted to keep.

We got it on lock

Mum plugged in the lavender scent and the floors are birching off a wooden smug. The heat is making the clothes on my floor more stuffy. And my basement smells like a basement. Summer is coming, and I don't want to spend it smelling things in my house.

:(

Making memories towards the end is the hardest thing to do.