Pre-Grad Stress

The High School Era

It's an odd topic to start a new blog with, actually. The fact that I'm graduating High School today, I mean. It's like I'm beginning something with an ending. But, if you look at it the way I do, I'm basically starting the blog where I'm starting out a whole new chapter in my life. I'm saying goodbye to the High School Era. So it's not odd, not really.


You're odd. *challenging brow-lift*


Anyway.


Every time I think about this evening, I get nervous. I should be feeling all delirious and drunk with happiness and all that, that I'm finally done with 13 years of schooling. But then I think about all the things that could possibly go wrong; My dress, being the length it is, is one of them. I am likely to trip and die.


Or my shoes. I love them, I think they're gorgeous, and they go brilliant with the aforementioned dress. But they are also high enough to put me on level with the Burj Khalifa  (Note: Exaggeration), and sharp enough that if I step on someone else's foot, the poor girl will probably have to bleed to death (Note: Fact). And wouldn't that just put a damper on things.


Let's not forget that I have to get my hair done later today; in about 2 hours, actually. And then I have to wear that stupid graduation hat, which will ruin my hair, I know.


And then, at the graduation ceremony, I have to walk across the stage, after climbing up its steps first. And then climb back down. In my dress. With the shoes. And the stupid "Graduation Robe" they gave us that makes everyone look like freaking hippos. And that stupid, stupid hat.


I'm doomed.


I'm just complaining though. I know I'll have to be careful, but I'm not the only one. I'm sure a lot of people feel the same way. But, if anyone trips, I just pray to God it's not me. Or maybe I should be praying that nobody trips?


Bah. To Hell with it. Let them all trip, for all I care.

Except me. *grin*


No, but seriously. If all goes well, we'll be done by 7:30 tonight. And then the limo's picking us up (by us, I mean myself and a bunch of friends) from school, and we're off to the after-party at Raffles. 


I hope I spelled that right. I've been confused lately, as to whether it's Raffles or Ruffles Hotel. But Ruffles is a stupid name for a hotel shaped like a pyramid, don't you think? So I'm going to go with Raffles.


Anyway, back to topic. I really don't like our graduation robes. We spent 70 bucks for that shit. My mum just finished ironing my robe, and she was furious with the quality. She told me to point out the person responsible for designing that craptastic stuff, but I warned her to drop it. The last thing I need is to make a scene. Even though the robes do suck.


On the other hand, though, I'm also sure that they didn't mean to give us terrible robes for our graduation. I mean, they have to wear it too, right? If anything, I feel sorry for them. I'm sure people must have given them hell about it. Poor things. They did their best. And the robes aren't so terrible when everyone's in it. The suckiness kind of pales when we're one big massive blob of people bunched together.


Anyway, the reason I'm doing this blog thing is to give my friends a way to keep in touch with what's going on in my life, outside of facebook. I'll try and update it on a fairly regular basis, and I really do hope I remember to. Plus Sahani (Note: Super-Cool Cousin) has been bugging me about this, that lovable creature. And Nikita (Note: Best Friend) has been asking for something like this, although I don't think she had a blog in mind.


And I think it might be interesting for any future University friends of mine to read. Not that I'm vain enough to believe that they will actually read this in an effort to know me better, but they might find it somewhat intriguing, right? To those of you reading this in the future, Hi! Glad to meet you. To my current friends, well. You know. Sup. *tips hat*


Anyway, Mum's calling. I think I have to get my hair done now. I shall (hopefully) update later. 


Ta for now.