WE ARE FREE, WE ARE FREE, THANK THE GOD ALMIGHTY WE ARE FREE! 2011.
(Hey, that's what the CAKE said)
THE CLASS OF '11 HAS OFFICIALLY GRADUATED FROM MIDDLE SCHOOL!
YAYYYYYY!
I had to get up at around 4:45. Straightening my hair took 1 1/2 hours, since somehow I turned the straightner off at one point and was straighting with no heat lol . Makeup took another 15 minutes (5 of which were spent trying to locate my mascara), then I sat in my room humming quietly to my ipod ("Backstabber," anyone?) before going out into the kitchen (still in my pajamas) to grab some cereal, since I felt starved. By now it's only 6:30, so I munch away and watch some TV (nothing good was on, anyways). My parents come out--fully dressed--at 7 and ask me if I've seen my present yet. Of course I haven't, since I was sitting at the countertop bar and the table area was darkened, anyways. So I say no, and they ask me to open it. I'm thinking, I wish it was a camera, but my parents are too cheap to get that for me. And the box is too big. It'll probably be underwear, or socks, or something else that's "practical." Heh. Well, I tear off a strip of wrapping paper, and I'm looking at a picture of a camera lens. I rip away the paper and jump up and down and scream--it's a brand new, newest model Finepix digital camera! And it's...pink (which is the MOST emo color ever). Which isn't too bad (My mom says that she wanted to get me a red one, but they didn't have any). Me, being the hyper person I am, open the box and remove the camera itself, a zillion cords, a battery pack, the wrist strap, and the manual. The camera has to be charged, so I pop the battery in, locate the proper cords, and plug it in so that I can use it for the party later. Oh, it's 7:20 now, so I have to get my dress on and re-brush my hair. Oh, joy. Now I get to go to the CEREMONY! *... sweatdrop *
So, anyways...yeah. The ceremony was 1 1/2 hours long--starting at 8am--and very boring at that. I got my certificate saying that I'm finally free from the hell hole of Parcells, a certificate for making the honor roll (AGAIN!)--and a shiny medal to go with it--and a certificate saying that I participated in the spelling bee (In which, by the way, I spelled 'Exhume' wrong in the third round--forgot the 'h' sweatdrop ). Hey, Minna got...*looks at program and counts* 6 certificates, if I counted right. No--wait--7!
Anyways, after the ceremony ( rolleyes ) I went to all of my old classrooms and said bye to all of my old teachers (before an evil one kicked us out of the hall for silly-stringing Mr. Cooper--which he was asking for, saying as he gave us the string in the first place) before going to the RECEPTION. Actually, before going down, Mallory and I go to say goodbye to our art teacher (Ms. Makowski), whom we almost forgot. Mallory gives her a hug, then Ms. Makowski looks at me, wondering if I'm going to give her a hug. "Sorry, I don't do hugs." is my excuse. Which is half true. I only hug my friends--not adults and teachers and people like that. On the way into the gym, about 20 people said that they liked my dress. And when I got to the gym, I was of course swept away by Marisa and Janice because their parents wanted pictures. rolleyes God dammit, I hate pictures with a passion. I always end up looking like crap in them. *twitch* On the way to finding my mom, another 5 people told me that they liked my dress. I guess I'll have to post pictures later.
After all pictures are taken, dear old mother is located, and I'm back home, I've got 20 minutes to get my arse out of the dress and into proper clothes, find my bathing suit and towel, and unplug the camera (AND put it into it's case). I've still got a dozen phone calls to make, too, so I had to move FAST.
Everything's loaded into the car, and now it's time to go pick up Mallory. My mom gives me a strange look when I hug my friend, but hey, that's what we do. We're hug-ish people. Sorta.
We're almost there when my mom asks me if I remembered the plates I was supposed to bring.
Oops.
So we make a quick stop at Kroger, where we somehow run into Marisa, who's buying the pop for out party. Fun fun fun.
Now we go to the park, hand the dude at the gate the party list to get non-residents into the park, and go in and wait. Liz is later than she said she would be, so Mallory and I are stuck under the pavillion talking. Marisa comes, and we decide to try out the baby swings. They hurt out butts, so we decide to stand on (or should it be in?) them. My shorts, which are loosely rolled up, get caught on one of those S-hooks. I call Mallory to try to unhook them, since I'm too lazy to bend down and do it myself (and she gives me this weird look... sweatdrop ).
Now Chris gets here, and he gets a call from Sheldon, who we accidently forgot to put on the list. I have to run over and negotiate with the gatekeeper to get him in, then I have to run back to the picnic.
Liz arrives a little later with the cake, and now we're waiting for Robert, who has the pizza. He arrives a few minutes later. Catherine, Aristotle, Rayelyn, and I think Emily arrive, so they call Robert because they somehow got lost on the way in. I don't blame them--the park is GINORMOUS. We find them, and run back to our tables. sweatdrop We shove pizza into our mouths, chug 4 bottles of pop down, then decide to SWIM, since everyone arrived by the time we were done. Liz's and Marisa's mom offer to watch the remaining food while we head towards the bath house to change. Woot.
Ah, the water felt so good! And the diving well wasn't freezing cold for once! We did a few dives, played a little Marco Polo, and stuff before getting out about an hour later. I remember that we still have cake, so I yell for everyone and we race back to our tables. The cake--which was homemade but looked so professional that I swore at first that it was store bought--was SO GOOD! I had two pieces and another 3 cups of pop. We're all high on sugar, so Michael suggests a game of duck duck goose. Every time someone becomes 'it,' they think of something else to say instead of ducks and gooses. I think that my favorites were Kimmy's 'Homo, Homo, Straight' and someone's "Child, Child, *****" (or however the hell you spell it). We calm down a little and decide to play truth or dare. You see, we're all little perverted teens, so it was...interesting. We choose a spot that's pretty far away from the parents, so they can't hear us. Some of the wackiest truths were (girls) "If you were a lesbian and had to have lesbo sex with any of the girls here, who would you do it with?", "Out of the boys here, whom would you give a BJ?" (MY creation, thank you very much) and (boys) "Which girl, out of the ones here, would you want to make out with?" The best of the rew dares were Robert making out with a tree (Which I got a picture of) and me having to lick the ground.
Liz decided to host a three-legged race, so we get the twine out and attempt one. I'm paired with Mallory, but our string (and everyone else's) breaks during the first few feet. Oops. Anyways, it was funny,
People are starting to leave by now, so we just hang out and chat. Mallory invites me to go shopping with her and Catherine tomorrow, so I call my mom and she says yes. Then we have to leave.
Anyways, wouldn't you say my day was fun?
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