I’m officially done with high school now, just short one piece of paper. I checked out an hour ago, came home and ate a whole box of hamburger helper (lasagna). That was around 8:30am. Wow.
It’s insane that four years of high school is just about over. The graduation ceremony is Friday and honest to god, I hope it doesn’t rain. It’s been cold and cloudy all week and just like 8th grade “promotion” weather, in which all our nice clothes got dripped on and stained.
But again, wow. 12 years of public education coming to a somewhat anticlimactic end. I revel in this.
Oh, when Heath Ledger was young (and alive). On a different note, the checklist for today: check out forms, calc grade - C+, lit&film grade - B+, order transcripts. Done, done, done, and done.
Sunday I attended the Ariel’s party. Mostly we watched the 1999 10 Things I Hate About You (best teen chick-flick/romantic comedy/Shakespeare remake ever) and sat around the jump house divulging secrets and then later huddled around lantern night reminiscing about grade school crushes and drama.
At some point A. dug out her journals from elementary school (we didn’t go to the same one) and read aloud these super detailed but nevertheless hilarious–and somewhat eloquent for the age–entries. It made we wonder about my own diary-keeping.
I’ve kept a sporadic diary on paper from around third grade and still have all of them. The last time I wrote in any was last year, December of 2008. Rather, I’ve been blogging a lot, but I think there’s something for intimate about pen and paper that you don’t throw out into a sea of everybody.
I do have an empty book that I planned to use for college and I’m wondering if its almost time to break it out in addition to this blog. It’s narcissistic, but also something fascinating and almost regenerating about chronically the details of your life. In a blog, something inevitably holds you back–the concern of specific names, privacy, publicity, truth, opinions, inaccuracy…
But I do, and multiple ones. So it’s probably no surprise that my journal, agendas, notebooks, diaries, tumblr, livejournal, wordpress, facebook, and the margins of my AP tests. They’re all sporadic too.
So if i ever become famous for whatever reason, I suppose it wouldn’t be as hard to piece a puzzle together; just in getting all the pieces together. But I don’t think anyone would really care except future me and maybe any children I might have.
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