Yep. I graduated high school. Couldn't be happier to be done with the place. Granted I still have to go and pick up my final transcripts in a week or so, but at that point I'll be 100% finished with Gulf High.
During last week, and most of this one, I've become more and more obsessed with Dexter, America's favorite serial killer. Figures I'd get into it just as the final season premiers at the end of this month, but it's ust something to keep me occupied while the weather is finicky. Once the sun comes out I'll be outside tanning and reading. Might as well take advantage of Florida while I have the chance.
I would've been blogging more, but my laptop has been on the fritz for awhile, probably broken, and my knowing that once I get the money from Florida PrePaid I'll be buying a Macbook doesn't really motivate me to do anything about it. I'll make this post, clean up what I do and don't need from this computer, and then once I buy the new one I'll have the PeachMac transfer everything over. Quite simple, if you ask me. Definitely worth the $100.
I'll be 18 soon (actually in 2 days and 4 hours), and with "official adulthood" comes perks. Like getting a tattoo without a notary and parental permission. My idea? The new Fall Out Boy "Young Volcanoes" logo, sans the "FOB" in the middle, on my ribs. We are wild, right? I wrote a poem about it awhile back. Not sure if I ever posted it. Might post the poem, along with the lyrics that inspired it, one of these days. If my laptop stops being a bitch.
Some updates. A couple of weeks ago, I went out with TJ and Chels to see Hangover 3. It was always Chelsi's and my thing to go see the movies together, and with this being the final installment, we had to go, and TJ wanted to see it anyway. Following the showing, TJ brought up the idea that we go drinking afterwards, and so Chelsi called her boyfriend (who is over 21) and we all went over to his place to meet up with his friends. We got there around 10 or 11, and before TJ and I left at 3AM, I had one of the best nights of my high school career. Drinking, yes. More importantly, "Ring of Fire," and while I was pretty much winning, everyone else had some degree of nudity, and I commented on one of the girls complaining on how being naked was different for girls. She responded with, "Easy for you to say, you have all your clothes on!" So naturally, with my integrity challenged, I proceeded to get stark naked, earning their respect, and TJ's. If that's any nod towards what college will be like, I can't wait.
Oh yeah, and TJ and I are a couple again. Weird right? I'd done a lot of thinking, and after we had the talk about trying to seriously work on things, I didn't really give him the chance to actually try. I was tired. And that's when Ian came in, combined with my Rochester visit. I didn't see myself with TJ anymore, especially in the future, and I didn't want to string him along, plus staying with him at that point would've hurt Ian too. So I broke up with him. Fast forward 2 months, Ian's gone, and we're hooking up, and TJ can't stop telling me how much he loves me and wants to get back together. So I say, "Let's see where the summer goes." If I'm being completely and totally honest, I know that I don't want to do long distance. Not in high school, not over the summer, and certainly not in college. I can't, and I won't. If it's meant to be with him and I, then it'll happen. We'll keep getting pulled together somehow or other. But as far as right now is concerned, I'm going to enjoy my summer with my high school sweetheart. Do all the things with him that we had planned to do our last summer before going our separate ways, like the beach and hanging out and going to a concert here or there and maybe even seeing him off to Chicago. But it's going to end once I move in. I know that, and I hope I made it clear to him, too. It's not personal, our eventual, final break-up; it just has to happen. At least we'll have one last amazing summer, no strings attached. That's all that matters.
I'm off, I guess. I'm glad to end my non-conventional high school experience a little more conventionally, with sun and friends and a summer romance. The last four years have shaped me in ways I'll never forget, some for the better and others not so much. But I am the way I am. How I deal with it from here is on me now.
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