A lot of things have happened in the past few days. I started senior year with a BANG of a day. Well, I mean, I haven't exactly started yet, but I helped with the freshmen orientations and it was good. The first day was like... outrageous. I woke up and went to senior orientation with no coffee in my system. Being that it was like... 9 in the morning and I hadn't been up that early since CMU make a morning without caffeine just a tad terrible. BUT, I got to see all of my friends after our long summers away and it was fantastic. Anyway, after HOURS upon hours of orientation, we finally got our pictures taken. I'm retaking mine. It was a hot mess.
After orientation, we wanted to go and see Inglorious Bastards at Regal, which we were excited for. After lots of confusion and stuff, we finally got tickets at the wrong theater (separated from the other people going) and just got lazy and decided to see it here. Then, they carded Mark and OF COURSE we weren't allowed to go because I'm still a baby sixteen-year-old. We passive-aggressively bitched about how my birthday is in a couple of weeks, but nevertheless we were forced to return our tickets.
We then went for a fabulous linner at Ruby's to cool off and chill out. It was a FANTASTIC linner. We shared sliders, gossiped, and just "soaked up eachother's awesomeness." Then, I came home and got in a weird situation that left me sad and exhausted.
This is when the wonderful girl I like to call "Xtina" (Christina) and I talked for hours ("girlfriend power hour") about how much we love our friends and how much we can't wait for senior year. We cried lots and laughed lots and finally everything was okay.
After this power hour, I got the courage to finally tell the guy I've liked on and off for a while now how I feel about everything that's happened. He reacted in the best way possible and I'm so happy that I finally got it off of my chest. It's nice to not have to hide things any more.
This first day of senior year was somewhat of a roller coaster. I believe called it "bi-polar" day. Andrew leaving that morning, no coffee, a fight with my mom, and other sadish things, and then gf power hour, amazing friends, and a good conversation with the guy I like... EVERYTHING was an extreme "happy" or "sad."
I've decided to write in a journal about my Senior Year. It's a beautiful leather-bound journal from Anthropologie and I can't wait to continue filling its pages.
