It really takes something like graduating to realize how much you've taken your friends for granted. It is bittersweet, because in a sense, you wouldn't realize how cool they were or how much you wanted them until you were forced to leave them and then you realize you don't want to, but it's too late to go back and spend some more quality time. Okay confusing, but you get the point.

I just wish it didn't have to be that way.
Apparently, Great America was the official end of our era as the graduating class of '09. Us, just a random group of chinky kids...

I say it's the end, cuz I'm sorta confused. Like, the next time we all meet, are we supposed to be weepy at the end? Or pretend nothing happened? I don't get it. Act like old friends? New acquaintences? Clearly, I am over thinking this. Whatever.

I think this year, I got the most meaningful yearbook signatures ever. I'm so glad there were extra pages. BTW, Julie, thanks... LOL I loved what you wrote:
"So you hafta email and chat w/me and stuff. Or else I won't give you any more surplus vegetation for bunny. And then bunny will be phat and sad."
hahaha. and the part about the Taco Pocket. Manly and conservative, lol.
I'm really really gonna miss you. :(

I'm reminiscing about the old days we spent on the Lawson hallways playing Texas Hold Em' and that short stint of Indian Poker (lol). The countless innumerable days spent on those bright red picnic table where all those previous 8th graders had sat, talked, and ate under the scalding sun, and all the future ones to come. (getting cheesier...) Two straight days of graduation practice trampling frustrated and messily across the bright green grass, and in the end, it all coming together beautifully and perfectly. Pushing that giant garlic ball in Schoolapalooza. Old Mrs. Gousibutt and Bullshizzle, and big-busted Corcoran, the ones we love to hate, but really should give a break. The hours spent on amusing but ttly unnecessary drama. Gunther and his thong and trousers. Our family tree. LOL. OUR FAMILY TREE. OUR FAMILY TREE! (I'm really gonna miss that.) Waiting in the lunch line all day. & Yoesmite!! I REALLY LOVED THAT PLACE. Oh, If only we could all go back for one more day!

... (omg. I'm making myself cry again)

I can't believe Irene's gone. Irene Wangerbanger is the old hippo that bashes my stomach in everyday and molests young gurlies. Prances and dances and is just as pessimistic, cynical, and pervy as I am. We all secretly loved her a little less (actually just as much) and now she's finally gone and I realize how much of my life she impacted. I'm actually gonna miss getting whacked, punched, or clawed on a daily basis, seeing her rapeface and cumface, and all her eccentricities. Her strangeness (ex. not liking pop or dancing or most things young people are interested in today) As Irene wrote in my yearbook:
"I must thank you for making me the dull/vengeful person I am today."
100 % Pure Irene.
I'm going to miss her so much. So so so so so much.

I'm gonna miss you Lynn, Julie, Diana, Dickie, Paige, Lisa, Laura, you 'Tino people, Freda, Karolyn... ♥

auf wiedersehen <3 <3

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