C-c-c-coffee Party

What's up. Last night a revolution occurred. Throughout my entire schooling career, there's been a strict and enforced rule: no sleepovers on school nights. So on the last school night of our lives, Doug and I said fuck it, we're going for it. I was all like "mom, I do not care if you object. I'm sleeping over at Doug's". Which is what I did.

It was a chill night. Nothing went negatively. Good shit.

The whole class just left to turn in they're textbooks. Now I'm like alone. I don't really care though.

So in just one month I'll be heading off to Miami. I'm so stoked to head back to my favorite city in the world. There's just something about Miami I adore. I went to Ft Lauderdale over Spring Break and it just didn't cut it. At all. I was able to put up a cherry Facebook status of "I'm near Miami, bitch!" which, sure, was cute but it didn't have nearly the effect I was hoping for. Let's not dance around it, Ft Lauderdale sucks in comparison to Miami. It's airport has one fucking runway and terminals the size of a basketball court. I mean what, does it think it can just strut around and act like Miami just because it's only a few miles north? No! Fuck that! There's some sort of aura surrounding the confines of Miami that enhances your sense of awesome. Awesomeness is multiplied by like 4x when in Miami for the sole reason of you're in fucking Miami!(bitch).

Coffee party 4th period. Yeah. That's right. I said c-c-c-coffee party. We have some Guatemalan, Honduran, and Nicaraguan blends that we're gonna brew up in Music Class while everyone in the class presents they're projects. The project that I did not do, that should be very interesting. I'll deal with that little problem when I get to it. Yeah so among the gallons of to-be-brewed coffee there's a good looking collection of food. Coffee food of course; maybe some powdered donuts, coffee cake, a good textured cookie, what up. I shall treat 4th period like I would a quality trip to Starbucks.

I'm getting fucking sick of this phone.

So Karen assumed I wanted coffee just now. And made coffee. But hence my coffee party 4th period, I do not want coffee, and I will not accept it. So now she has several cups of coffee and nothing to do with it. I don't even care I'm not drinking that coffee. She'll figure out something to do with it.

This just may just be my last blog post ever. I highly doubt it will be, but it'll at least probably be the last one I post in Hobbs' class. I'm hoping to be driven enough over the summer to continue this blog and keep writing. This blog is neat in the fact that it heavily documents my entire year, which I've never done before. In 5-10 years I can refer back to this blog to see just how much I enjoyed myself this year.

People have asked me if I'm sad about graduating, leaving this school and my childhood behind. My answer: not a bit. Never be sad it's over, but be thrilled that it happened. I have no regrets throughout senior year, or in any of my high school life. More importantly, I got to do everything I wanted to do. I got to experience high school full forced; the good times, the bad times, and everything in between. I got to party (a lot), I got to study a lot. I experienced every high school cliche that movies epitomize. From the nasty rumors that spread like a virus, to enriched visits to places like Starbucks, White Castle, and Bdubs after a football game, I got to do everything high school is associated with. I also go to do a lot that isn't associated with high school. With a pilot's license I could fly my girlfriend for a date, or at 5am before school. I mean I can do whatever the fuck I want I have a plane. I got to do a lot, fairly short of everything. And thus, no I am not said.

Well I'm about done here. The next time I post I will likely be sitting in a different chair. Until then...