**WARNING**

eight, only read on graduation day. or else.. (dum dum dum)

so, senior year starts tomorrow. shit. i’m feelin all sorts of emotions right now, can’t imagine how you’re feeling, you’re like officially old now. i’m so pumped to look back on this page on graduation day and see what’s changed.

i hope to change “the bubble” forever. i want to laugh until my stomach hurts at least once a day. embrace my zits (they’re a sign of being young) grow my hair out to my butt. LOVE PEOPLE. don’t sweat the small stuff. eight, i can’t wait to see what you’re gonna do for the next four years of your life. please get a subaru… seriously please. i want to do everything (within reason) and anything. meet new people. get crafty. put some more work hours in, seriously eight, you take the meaning “part time” to a whole new level. grow with god. let the obstacles in my way strengthen my faith. sufferings produce perseverance.

this year i hope to have the time of my life.

p.s. please don’t fall walking across that stage.

p.p.s wear a reasonable heel height