I am accepted

to Cornerstone University.
College of choice.








I don't know what to do about Canavan.

Overwhelmed.

3 days left of high school.
I don't have much to say about that, except that it'll be a slow 3 days.


Definitely looking forward to this Friday night.
This seems legit.

I should have known

that this would happen.
I should have seen it coming.






I'm not gonna let it get to me.

Seems to me

that parents who watch TV channel white picket fence sitcoms as much as mine do would have raised a better family.

So.

I was prom queen.

My family and I were talking about what it would be like if I won while we were working in the garden.
My mom was saying how happy she was that I was finally acting more like a young lady.
My dad and I were throwing worms at eachother when she wasn't looking.


It was weird winning.
But nice.


Now I just have to focus on graduating.
Which is tough since I don't have much to look forward to anymore.
Which means I have no motivation.

I don't know.
I guess thinking of how bad it would suck to have to stay here another second than I have to is enough motivation.
I'm so excited to get the heck out of Clio High.


I've got my butterflies back again.
We'll see what happens.

This is it.

The home stretch.


My entire high school career has led up to this point.
From now on, its just coasting out of high school.

Prom tonight, last day of school in 14 days.
Graduation in 29 days.
Moving out shortly after that and my Open House.

Life is huge.
And I'm so naive and trapped in the "whatever! I can handle it!" teenage phase.
So I'm going to grab life by the horns and I'm going succeed.

I have to.

Its so weird

to hear her call him the same nicknames I called him.


And see him give her the same gifts he gave me.





I'll keep telling myself that I'm not upset.
Its just weird.

I'm on court.

Its weird to think I'm in a top 5 group of girls from my grade.

I don't know how.
hahhaa

I don't have the looks or the personality of a prom queen.

I never have.
I don't want to.