The Obscure

Another day has come and gone,
One step closer to my Zion.
Here by the road, I break my bread
And quietly make the grass my bed.

So I just got back from all the tremendous prom happenings, prom was an enormously fun time; I got to kick it with my ridiculously beautiful dolled-up ladylove, gawk at all my ridiculously beautiful dolled-up female friends (gawk in an entirely platonic way, of course), and for some reason a large amount of my Senior school buddies were in attendance, so I got to catch up with them a bit. Come to find out my ol' friend Timly Lee writes comic strips but needs an illustrator. Come to find out my ol' friend Timly Lee likes my sketches and wants to try and collaborate on some projects. Come to find out I am happy about this, and intend to hopefully do something that has something to do with this subject in the near future.
Dave Brubeck tonight! I'm totally stoked about that.

It is weird to me. Through my veins runs the blood of the strongest men and women I have ever known, and yet I have a rotten core of weakness in me that contaminates anything of my flesh that could have had any kind of purity or goodness.

I loved tonight. Katie was beautiful, Becca, Darcy, and Deirdre were stunning as well, as were the rest of the ladies who were there whom my sleep-deprived mind cannot recall at this current point in time (my apologies to ANYONE concerned, bear in mind, I am an idiot).

I am out of school, I have a truck, I had a wonderful night, and the Bergeron's very kindly gave me a much needed twenty dollars as a graduation gift.
Pray for my Mother if that is your thing, keep her in your thoughts whether or not praying is your thing, if you would. I love her very much, and she has somehow found a way to have more hardship in her life than she already did.
I am sorry about this rather stream of consciousness update. My graduation is on Sunday at 11. Anyone who would like to attend is invited.
Anyone who will remember, remind me to go to the Brockton Middle School on Tuesday to pick up the letter of recommendation that Mr. Ferris is writing for me. Mr. Ferris is a very nice man, way more so than a lot of people give him credit for. What a strange turn of events that somehow it is a guy like he who has become the premiere teacher of my life to date.
I repeat, Katie and the rest of the girls were all beautiful. I'm pretty sure Darcy's shoes got her up above 5 feet. Deirdre was pink, and pink Deirdre kicks the ass of pretty much any other Deirdre I have ever met. Becca wore high heels and a slimming dress. She must have felt about ten feet tall tonight, guys. She sure looked it. And what can I say about Katie? She was gorgeous, her dress made me want to bite her shoulders, which I did multiple times. She then got upset with me and asked me to stop.
I of course ignored her pleas. Further biting followed.

This is the end of a pretty long and wholly unnecessary post-prom blogpost. Remember kids, stay in school; unless you can find some weird loophole where you don't have to actually go to school, and your english teacher who is actually a gym teacher respects your writing abilities and tries to get you a full scholarship to Umass Boston. If you can get that to work for you, do it. It totally rules.

*Edit*
Also, I might add: My apologies to anyone weirded out/offended by my admiration. If my close male friends were in attendance, I would be showering them with the same praise. I am just surrounded by sexy people, is all.
And I always have to look bad next to you jerks.

*Secondary Edit*
Furthermore, I am up at 4:30 in the morning right now and I have work tomorrow at 9. Will someone please tell me why the hell I do this stuff? Damnit!