Officially, at least. I kinda did already, really, since my final grades are in and I finished everything. I don't need a ceremony to legitimize that. It guess it might be because I'm not into elaborate rituals, at least not outside of a history book. I have that same problem with religion. I don't even want to go, but my Dad does, so fine, I'll go. It's not a big deal. Except that the toga cost me 33 dollars that I can't afford to spend on something I'm going to wear once and I have to be at the Convention Center at 8:30 in the morning. I don't get up that early even for stuff I actually care about. It doesn't help that I'm PMSing and wavering between OK and sad.
I'm sneaking in some food. I don't know how I'll manage it, but I'm not lasting over three hours without food and water. Why did I agree to go to this thing?
This was not supposed to sound so bitter, but I'm at the sad end of the PMS right now.
I'm sneaking in some food. I don't know how I'll manage it, but I'm not lasting over three hours without food and water. Why did I agree to go to this thing?
This was not supposed to sound so bitter, but I'm at the sad end of the PMS right now.
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Dad will probably fill an entire memory card with photos. He's a photography geek, so I'll have plenty to choose from.