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Friday, Friday.

You're welcome for getting the song stuck in your head :) We had graduation practice today. I thought that it was weird that we had to practice but I'm so glad we did! It's a very complicated process. It's almost here. . . I got my cap and gown today, and I even got a tassel! I didn't think I was going to get one! I don't know what the tassel's for though. Oh well!


After practice today we had our senior bbq. Since it was so cold outside we had it in the gym. It was really fun, those teachers sure do know how to grill! The rest of the day was spent chilling in the gym, eating, signing yearbooks. The things you do when you're never going to see people again. A few friends and I snuck into the school to get our yearbooks signed by teachers, man we are such rebels. I couldn't find all my favorite teachers but it's no big deal. I don't need them to sign my book to remember them. I always will. Hopefully. I do have a pretty good memory, both a blessing and a curse. 

Listening to instructions.

She NEVER EVER EVER eats burgers with the bun. And today, it happened.

Signing books

Annie and Eileen

Hayley!


I didn't get pictures with everyone that I wanted to. It was a bit chaotic and everyone wanted us in different directions. Oh well. I still have time. Kind of. Not thinking about that. Not thinking about that. It rained today and there wasn't thunder! My favorite kind! 

I went with the bestby to get his hair cut today. It's complicated getting guys hair cut I don't know what I would do with all those choices! 

I love watching birds, they're so cute! They hop they fly they flirt, so cute :) 

I named them Osteoporosis, Menigolocitis, and Staph. Cute names huh?
I'd just like to say that prayers really do get answered. Everything worked out, and my family can come out for graduation. I'm so grateful. :) 

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