She Liked Black Caddies, Listened To Puff Daddy, Danced Till Her Legs Were Sore...

Soooo...We did it.
Just in case any of you missed out on knowing that.

Graduation, like the whole ceremony thing, was super boring for me but that probably was because I couldn't hear any of the speeches. Which I heard Matt's speech was incredible so I'm a little bummed that I couldn't hear that. Grad party was pretty funny and of course my party, out of all the grad parties, would have some kind of drama. But whatever the people I wanted to be there came so that's all that really matters.

My cousin and I hung around last night and talked about high school, since he still has to do his senior year next year. And I was trying to think of good advice to give him which didn't work out so well. Then I realized the best advice someone once gave me, "it doesn't matter how many friends you leave high school with, it only matters if you leave with the ones that matter." That's exactly how I left high school. Yeah one of my best friends is being a bitch, and the only one and I don't spend much time as either of us would like, but I have one that is always going to be my best friend and will never stop loving me. So all those years of bullshit, drama, crying, laughing, and whatever else left me with at least one important person.

I'm starting to struggle with the idea that high school is over. The people who you thought were always gonna be there arent, or times have changed, life got in the way or some other line. The summer will pass but this time you won't have a school year to repair the pieces you left behind you broken. I guess that's the part I'm struggling with.

Today I babysit my niece for like 5 hours and of course something bad had to happen. She pushed herself over in a chair and a glass vase crashed on top of her. I swear the whole thing happened in slow motion and I just wasn't fast enough to get there and catch her. I thought she was fine after she stopped crying but then she turned around and there was blood on her shirt. In that quick second I suddenly went into pain mode. It was a pretty nasty cut. She was very calm though for a little kid, I was a mess. After everything was cleaned up, I totally lost it and started crying. It was the realization that I won't ever be able to always protect her and I hate that. But in the end she had a inch and a quarter gash and we had to go to the doctor and the glued it shut (weird I know). I feel like the worst aunt in the whole world. So she is probably going to get a huge present really soon.