One Word About Graduation Weekend: SUCCESS

This post is long overdue...I started writing it a day or two after graduation, but never got around to finishing/posting it. So, here it is.

I walked on Saturday, May 7th, for graduation, with about a billion of my friends (actually, like 10-15 were at my graduation, and another 5 or so graduated later in the day). We were all in a line, and walked together, sat together, and graduated together. It was pretty awesome :)

The ceremony was long, but well-worth sitting through. My feet still hurt like hell from the giant blisters I got while walking (they took us way out of the way to walk over the seal :/) but it was a good day. A long day, but a good day. Will had to go to work at 11:30, and I was really worried that he wouldn't get to see me walk because of it...I walked across the stage right around 11am, and he left right after, so he got to see me. :D

Later that night, I had my graduation party. I mean, engagement party. I mean...EVERYTHING PARTY. Graduation, engagement, AND my cousin's birthday. We had a TON of food...way too much. DX I wanted people to bring food instead of presents, so my parents wouldn't have to cook as much, but mom and Granny still were crazy and made waaaaaaaaaaay too much food.

I ended up getting money from my family and Will's, and Will gave me The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, a very large book containing all five novels and one short story. I'm currently halfway through the fourth book~

I had an okay time at the party...30 people came, including friends and family. I didn't really get to eat because I was trying to talk to everyone, and I felt that I didn't have enough time to talk to everyone, and that not everyone was having a good time. >____< Mainly, it was just stressful.

Before and after I felt like I shouldn't have had the party, especially after my Grandma decided to tell me how much it cost...she's been suuuper bitchy, due to being tired, I guess. Anyway...I was pretty upset, and still kinda am. I really can't wait to move out- I can have pets, and parties, and friends over to hang out.

I think I'm already planning my housewarming party. XD

Anyway, glad to be graduated. :3 Diploma is on the way~

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Didn't blog last night due to studying. And I'm still in a depressive mood, but at least it's getting better. Today was my last exam for the semester~ Grades need to come back faster, I swear. :|

Anyway, graduation is Saturday morning. It will be a very looooong day, because after the actual graduation I have to help prepare everything for the party. :D I'm pretty stoked, even if you can't tell.

I really need to stop eating, though. Period. Everything makes me sick, so what's the point? D: Need to make that doctor appointment...

Anyway, this turned out a lot more random than anything else. I'm bored (and sick) at work, so I found something to pass the time that I think everyone should play: http://www.lumosity.com/brain-games/flexibility-games/word-bubbles

It's a brain workout. <3

The Deep Dark Spiral of Death, Doom, and Despair

Lately, I’ve been having a LOT more bad days than good. It’s like every time something bad happens, I go into a spiral of darkness and despair, where everything I do and say is depressing, nothing makes me happy, and everyone and everything just SUCKS. During these moments, I am prone to violent outbursts, crying fits, intense panic attacks, and have a general “stay the fuck away and leave me alone” attitude.

This semester has been filled with them. I honestly cannot remember a day where I was truly happy- there have been moments where I was having fun, I think, but nothing really memorable. When Will is around, I’m okay, but not even he can reverse the spiral and the way it affects me. He keeps it at bay for a little while, but it always comes back.

Anyway, currently freaking out that I’m not going to graduate this semester…this year, even. Intermediate Biochemistry was my downfall last year, too, and taking it this semester proved to be a horrible, hateful idea. This class, mixed with all the stress of working, running a club, all my other classes, and family shit was the worst idea in the world. I need at least a C to pass and graduate on time.

I have no idea how I did on that final. I guess we’ll see soon enough. I just really wish teachers wouldn’t say one thing and then take it back. :/