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Hallelujah and high five. Kids, I am done with high school. It's been four years (sometimes fast, sometimes slow), and at this point it's all in the past. I just took a nap to prepare for tonight's graduation...a nap that was aborted because Greg, Mark, and my godfather are watching Airplane! in the adjacent room and Greg is, of course, laughing too hard and loudly at everything. Fucking cheese-ass... how the hell am I supposed to stay up all night if I'm not able to take a full-fledged supa-nap beforehand? Oh God, whatever, I'm too in awe of circumstances as they are to get actually mad.
Still tired as I sit here right now though. I don't have a heck of a lot to say other than what's been up in the past week...namely:
1) More talking to Mike... the fast-talking, winsome RBer with a penchant for socialism. In a lot of cultures, they'd call that weird. I suppose it just makes him more Mike-able. I'm also seeing a play in the city this weekend with a lot of Lemont people and then he'll be there as well with a flock of RB kids. So looking forward to it
2) Hanging out with the world... Corey and I played tennis and finally had a good discussion going about anything and everything. Corey is an absolute blast to hang with...our level of camradarie is really unique and cool. We understand one another almost totally though our individual quirkiness isn't the same. That's what makes us work so well as friends. Not to mention Corey is an accepting, open-hearted, funky kid...who just can't get enough of the band Chicago. Yep, I told you our quirknesses were different.
3) Rachel and I went for coffee to sit at our usual spot for Starbucks...only to have that be thwarted by barriers beyond our control. Just our luck though, we went to Wendy's to loiter and drink frappuccinos and the song "Sometimes" by Britney Spears played. In case you didn't know, that song was meant to be interpretive danced to. "Sometimes I run..." (a longing point of the finger matched with a wistful face)... "Sometimes I hide"...(a shameful cowering and covering of the face with hands)... "Sometimes I'm scared of you..." (pick up the salt and pepper shakers and erotically season yourself when the guy at the counter isn't looking). If Bob Fosse were alive, he'd steal those moves from us. No dice, Bob, you're dead.
4) I've also spent time with Elyse, Sarah, etc etc etc. Basically your standard times-of-your-life. Doesn't get any better with the group of cool kids. Nope, not one bit.
And tonight after graduation, I have Project Graduation which is an all-night party for the seniors. There's a raffle prize of like...fifteen hundred dollars...now that's a prize would look sexy on me. I also plan on laser tagging at this event, along with getting my caricature done and eating sub sandwiches till I look in the mirror and see Mama Cass. It's happened before, do be worried.
And I am fucking itchy! I hate typing and being itchy! I also feel like a dick for not giving a good journal entry in a long time...what's THAT all about? Oh well, I guess the lethargic last days of school and ensuing days of summer will take some inspiration out of you. But don't underestimate how excited I am about Mike or hanging with compadres or anything, that's still there. I'm going to take a shower now and maybe sleep a little more. I'll be in touch again soon, I advise you not to get freaked out. Cheer me on as I move my tassle to the left and all my saucy dance grooves to the right (and pretend that sentence made sense). Later...
It's all over now and I'm free,
Louis.
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