Pomp and Circumstance

So everybody and there cousin is graduating tomorrow. And by that, I mean a few people. I mean, my own cousin isn't graduating yet. Well, one of them. Three of the others have already...

I need to stop this now.

Anyway, with this exodus from West, the chain is broken, and everyone I care about has gone. And the day is filled with graduation parties and fun and tomorrow is the ceremony and Bob and I have to go shopping. For things.....

My grandfather is here, and he's gotten a lot frailer since I saw him at Christmas. It's hard to watch, and I'm scared that something will happen to him. It's hard to bear the idea of...

Not going there.
Anyway, he'll be coming to Beth's graduation party, where he will probably meet Don's parents at the same time my dad does. I'm excited. :)

And I am hopelessly addicated to "24" now. TWENTY-FOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRR!!!!! I want it all now. NOW.

And Pairaka, I miss you. I've been terrible about being online since I get home because I've just...I dunno, I've found things away from the computer, but I miss you, and I want to talk to you and I have a present for you!!! And I hope you're feeling better. I'm sorry the Ren Faire got rained out and I hope we can talk soon.

And yeah.
Here we go:

Your alter poet is Allen Ginsberg. Quick, go nuts,
because THIS IS GOOD FOR YOU!


Who is Your Alter Poet?
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Look Chenya, it says I'm gay. Ah, I have seen the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, you know...






take the "are you thomas pynchon, goethe, or a brick wall?" test.


and go to mewing.net. weirder and weirder every day.


I don't really understand this, but I sure do think it's funny.

Anyway, CONGRATULATIONS TO VICKY AND BETH AND CHENYA AND ANDREW RIDLEY (although he doesn't read this)!!!! WAY TO GRADUATE! I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE CEREMONY TOMORROW!
The world is just starting, kids. Give 'em hell.