I haven't posted on here for at least a year, but I thought it was time to make things official.
I don't update my LJ any longer, and I doubt I will in the future. It was mostly a fun way to stay connected with friends and fandoms in high school -- which is long since over.
So this is the post saying "goodbye, check me out on facebook, de-friend me if you want." I still come on occasionally to drop a comment or make a connection, but this is a ghost journal.
Wanna know more about me? Forget LJ; visit my Facebook!
Go here to see all of my best (and worst) recent photos.
<3 Laura
P.S. If you're a new Houghton buddy, be afraid. Be very afraid. The rest of my flist has already been sufficiently warned, but I thought you'd appreciate an extra heads-up since you're new and all.
It has been several long months since I've posted on here, mainly because I've lost my RL ties to LJ. Honestly, it's more important to me to write what I'm feeling in my actual journal, where they will still be in 10+ years. How long is this little thing going to survive?
Well, maybe I'll get back into it at college. Maybe not...facebook is more fun, anyway, because their photo-uploading system is so easy.
Danielle and I went to the strawberry festival today and ate a whole pint of Ben & Jerry's Fossil Fuel. Afterwards we fed at the barn (I miss horses!) and went back to my house to watch Never Been Kissed and Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights. We definitely liked the second one better, although we agree that Drew Barrymore is awesome.
We also agreed that we'd give up sugar for a whole week until we leave on the missions trip.
Darnit, we're crazy.
On a slightly happier note, I have now added three new albums to my facebook account, so if you're interested in the senior trip, French events, or graduation, head right over here.
There are so many things about the past two weeks that I don't want to forget. Playing Red Light, Green Light and Duck-Duck-Goose on the beach during the senior trip; tripping down the aisle at graduation; Danielle's father yelling, "All Hail the Queen!" when she got her diploma (I never want to forget that); playing Mau in Jenna's basement ("Leroy Nappins!"); Senior Sunday at church; getting our tassels; giving Madame her scrapbook; Kim Mook's graduation speech; sneaking out to Ms. I's last Advanced Writing class during the senior breakfast; Mr. Holding's present; going back to school nearly every day even though I'd graduated; the senior cruise on Boston Harbor; going to six different parties in three days; the hot tub at Danielle's; the hammock at Hannah's; somehow saying goodbye to Madame; burning 18 French CDs; cleaning Mrs. Sewell's room; one last ice cream run with Dara (to Christopher's this time); writing thank-yous with Kim and Jenna; crashing at Kim's to write my term paper...so many memories.
I'm going to miss high school. A lot. But I'm also ready, I think, to move on.
I can't wait to meet new people, get to know my roommate, go to London, take college classes, adapt to dorm life, be free (in a way), and have Christian professors. I can ask them to pray for me without feeling awkward...oh, I'm really looking forward to that. College is going to be amazing. I won't forget my roots, no doubt about that...and I'm going to enjoy this summer with my friends...but there's such a bright future out there.
I am sitting here surrounded by graduation cards. My grandparents have just given me $50 that will probably go straight into the gas tank of a car my parents will try to sell in two months. Five of my friends have now invited me to their June 17 graduation parties. I have turned in all of my NHS hours and am only waiting for a tassel before I go on my way.
I have two more Advanced Writing classes left. I have four days of math, including our two-day final, to survive. I have one more Physics project, one more AP English project, one more French project, and one more Latin exam to complete. I don't have near enough time to write my teachers thank-you cards. How can you thank a teacher for all they've done for you?
Someone put donuts in the senior lounge again today. If I don't write that down I know I'll forget it. Note to self: the senior lounge = Gregor's room.
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