~Tarantulasagna

Welp, I graduated high school last night, or whenever June 7th was. I've kind of lost track of time. It doesn't feel much different, I just wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. Sure there's the popularity ladder, waking up early, finding out an essay is due the day of, and getting assigned a parking space in the back of the lot for your entire senior year, but... wait a tic... All those things suck.

Man, what good did come out of high school? Friends, sure. I'm only looking at the perilous godforsaken compendium of classes and looming skyscrapers of homework sluicing from various teachers' assholes. It seems bad events stick out more than good ones for some reason...

Today I got stiffed twice to go to the Columbus Arts Festival and ended up going with my mom. Thrills and chills. Oddly enough, the coolitude of the pulchritudinous artwork outweighed the BSitude of being with my mom. Pills and gills. What's more, I ended up buying two prints because some of the paintings I saw blew my mind.

Well, there's the latest two big events in my life. Care if you want.