I said I wasn't going to write about graduation prep.

[godream]

I lied.

Trying to get seniors to move in straight alphabetical alternating boy/girl lines in an orderly fashion? Is evidently a whole lot like herding cats. Evidently graduation will be at Featherland even if it's pouring, rather than inside in one of the gyms or something, which is probably just as well because I'm sure the squishiness of trying to get ridiculous quantities of people in a small location would be just as bad as the squishiness of mud and rain and all that jazz. I hope it doesn't rain.

Senior barbecue was rather disappointing. I think less than half of the seniors were there, and the food was disappointing, especially the watermelon which my brother discovered bent, rubberlike, in all directions. (The fruit as well as the rind.) Which I don't think watermelon is supposed to do. Also, everyone ate inside in spite of the beautiful weather. Yes, I did too, because I'm a sheep. Shut up.

Also, if you block yourself on AIM, you can still send yourself messages. Um, not that I have any reason to know this. This sentence no verb. -- I really need to find something to do, huh?

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[godream.livejournal.com]

*g* See, there's 300+ of us and I can't imagine trying to line us up by height. But they also have the obsessiveness because diploma order thing going on too.

The white won't be great what with the mud and wetness and stuff too... ugh. Ah well. And now I have to stop typing and actually go graduate. :P