Aww I found pictures from when choir went to Disney sophomore year. aww we listened to drunk people sing karaoke every night. I remember aww.
And we were on the bus forEVER and our bus broke.
And I had my braces then aww awkward glasses AND braces aw. (did I say aw too many times?) aww aww awwwwww
and these are some of my other choir friends… We had an 80’s show, so that’s why I’m wearing my robot sweatshirt thing :-)
CHOIR PICTURES YAY! :)
These are my Treblemakers awwww :’)
So, prom. That’s my bess frann in the yellow.. and our little sophomore friend, Daniel… and uh me in blue ….. and other girl that we sometimes like and sometimes want to punch… depends.
cuz I am… cuz I can. soo.. yup. Sorry, (again) internet… hope you’re ready to see my senior year. :) sorry not sorry (is that what I’m supposed to say?)
and now I’m going through pictures. I miss people already… it hasn’t even been a week since graduation!!!!!!
I MISS CHOIR THE MOST THOUGH AWW :’( SERIOUSLY, CHOIR WAS MY FAVORITE :((
Tomorrow officially starts the endless grad parties, and I just keep thinking about how everyone’s leaving. (Almost) every single one of my friends/acquaintances is going to a different college. I mean, they’ve got Wittenberg, Miami, Ohio State, Toledo, Bowling Green, Kent State, Akron U, some place in fucking Kentucky??? And some are staying home (because of their boyfriends, I know.. but they claim it’s for the money…). I don’t know. I’ve already said goodbye to some of them, but what happens when I say goodbye for good? To everyone? I’m not good with goodbyes. I don’t say goodbye. When it’s time to go, I go. No goodbyes necessary. I mean, telling people how I feel is the hardest thing. I almost cried just thinking about saying bye to Fish and Nicole… and I already said goodbye to Jakob. Holy shit. I said nice things.. he said nice things.. nice things are nice, but they make the “goodbye” worse, ya know? Everyone always says, “keep in touch”, but that’s such a lie. No one will keep in touch for that long. I barely talk to half of them now. Keeping in touch is bull shit, and we all know it. We wouldn’t say goodbye if we were keeping in touch. I don’t KNOW.
I keep getting all mushy and gross, but… I don’t know. This seems to happen at night, when I drink tea.
Sorry, internet.
I wish we said “fancy” in America. As in, “I fancy you.” It’s such a more agreeable term than “I have a crush on you.” What’s a crush? Like, I AM A BOA CONSTRICTOR AND I AM GOING TO IMMOBILIZE YOU WITH MY MISPLACED AND OBSESSIVE AFFECTION. “I fancy you” is like, you’re so shiny and glittery and I just want to put you on a shelf and look at you for a while ‘cause you’re fancy.
(Source: aimmyarrowshigh, via mearacle)
