Yesterday was the last free-dress Friday.
I received my last yearbook, which will be signed by everyone I love dearly, as well those whom I don't recall ever having a full-on conversation with.
Last Wednesday, the last Independent Film Club meeting; "The Royal Tenenbaums", and an overload of cupcakes and sweets.
This Monday will be the last real high school-day of my life.
And in 7 days, I will officially be getting off this roller coaster.
But for now, I am working on the last high school project that will ever be assigned, BS-ing it entirely, like I always do. I am still disappointed by my CSUN placement testing results. But I always have known that math is not and never will be my calling. Aside from all that, I don't exactly know what to do now from here. Rachelle will be coming back for 10 days, and then I will have to deal with Crys gone for 2 weeks, without any means of communicating with her. I will be on my way to college. It's fucking scary, and as much as I push these thoughts away, I realize now that I need to be prepared for when it all happens.
But yesterday was great.
Of course, our plans sadly did not pull through. But the changes were relevant to mushy love letters, Mongolian BBQ, church festivals, Burbank adventures, Pho 999, and all that jazz. We did not get to experience "Up", but things are always funner when its spontaneous.
How can it be the last show? How can it be? And already my voice is fading. Goodbye my dears, and into the big sleep.
mkp.
