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Today was a very unproductive day. I woke up at 12:15 pm. I've been reading about everything coming out of Iran, it's ridiculous. So, I've decided to record what happened at [or, rather, what I remember about] graduation and grad nite.

So, I spent most of the day trying to finish inserts, which I ended up only finishing three. I'm very pathetic. Jason gave me a ride to the high school, and parking plans with Sally unfortunately fell through. After standing around for forever, we finally walked to the field. It was very anticlimactic; I kind of wish I could feel the same excitement the people around me felt, and I remember giving off comments like "Calm down, you'll at least go through another one of these in your life." or some such when people started making excited-noises. It's interesting to note that everyone was in a good mood though; that was nice to see. Speeches were all good [though perhaps Michelle's was a bit too specifically oriented for most people to relate to, even if I felt like shouting our freshman year resolution], and it was all over very quickly. Many pictures ensued in the aftermath, vast majority being [as always] awkward enough to kill twenty awkward turtles. I'm a murderer.

Afterward, I ran over to the music room to fetch my violin, and gave Tiffany a ride home. I ate an unceremonious supper of Burger King, and then headed back to the high school for grad night. I was pleasantly surprised by all the effort that the parents had put into everything. The whole section of school seemed to be decorated, and every senior [with a yearbook picture] had a cardboard cutout of themselves. There was this Los Angeles/Hollywood theme, so we walked in on a red carpet to camera flashes from volunteers; to the left was a wall for autographing. It amuses me to think if any of those autographs will be recognizable [because it was multi-layered before the night was over] and/or worth anything in the future, and what they did do to it. Maybe we'll see it at reunion? That might be interesting, given the amount of "___ + ___" enclosed-in-heart signatures. Wow, I sound like a disgusting misanthrope; no misanthropy intended, I'm just making observations [albeit granted, they may be snide].

I've already lost track of the exact sequence of events, but I remember taking a picture with Nancy/Jennifer/Anthony on the beach-mobile, and then going into the casino to play blackjack when the room didn't quite stink so heavily yet. That was probably the most amazingly fun round of blackjack I've ever played. I still remember that one round when we all bet hundreds, and on the first deal everyone got either a face card or a ten. CRAZY STUFF. Then again, there were those two rounds were we all lost to 21s from the dealer; I think we were all betting so much by then we collectively lost two-three thousand per round. In the end, I walked away with around $500 off of my initial one hundred, so I was happy [although at one point I was near double that amount...ah well].

I don't remember the exact sequence of what happened afterward, but we went to go get smoothies and then played at the Santa Monica Pier-style arcade games. I liked that surfer spray game [BAHAHA, WON AGAINST ESTHER. WINWINWIN!]. At some point we also went on the crazy bungee jumping thing, which was really dizzying. I'm not quite sure why, but the two people operating it were laughing at me when I was on it; I'm not particularly insulted by it, but it'd have been nice to know why. Maybe it was because I was trying to do a front flip [everyone else was doing back flips, because they were a lot easier]. Anyway, there was also skee ball and pinball in the arcade in what was formerly Theatre 601, and we went to play laser tag and DDR on the other side where the basketball courts were. I also made a wax cast of my hand, but it kind of failed because the cold water ruined the gesture I was going to make [my fingers curled too much]. I also got a caricature drawn that didn't really look like me [I don't think they could draw Asian people very well. AHAHAHaww.]. By the time I mustered the courage to get a tattoo, the booth had closed, so I didn't get to do that. Andy and Jason got the most disgusting face paint things in the world. Why the hell would you want a shard of glass and the accompanying wound painted into your face, other than to gross everyone else out? How unlucky. I also went on a tricycle ride with Esther and then Sally, which was really fun for some reason, but the tricycle was surprisingly hard to turn. Guess I'm too used to bicycles. I also didn't get to go on the inflatable battlefield, because by the time we got to it it was already a challenge to put on the helmets [all grimy and sweaty].

In any case, the hypnotist's show was probably the craziest thing of the whole night. I was insanely amused; it's kind of sad that the guys microphone wasn't working for most of it, or else it might have gone even better. Highlights would probably be watching Jennifer do EVERYTHING [it was just so funny!], Anthony screaming "WHY YOU PISS IN MY POOL?!" and blowing on the whistle, Whitney killing imaginary cockroaches with such fury, that one part where everyone to the right was stinky [LOL AT JENNIFER AGAIN], Ashley skipping four while counting fingers, and of course, Jason Fujioka doing Britney Spears. I kind of wish I tried for a spot on it, just to see if I could make myself not to what the hypnotist was saying [it would have been better than that one retarded guy who just went up without him calling him just to sit there and look stupid. And he was fat. It amuses me how it's so easy to make fun of fat people.] I want to tryyy.


In any case, I guess it's over guys. Funnily enough, I started this LiveJournal thing when I was just getting into my freshman year. Four years later, I'm glad that everyone is now here, so I can still keep in touch with you and your life, and you with mine, after everything. I know not what your future carries in its mystery bag, but I hope that there's some room in its knapsack for me, as I will surely have room for you. Thank you for everything you've given me, and thank you for listening.