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Graduation was on Wednesday. And afterward, I went to Keil and Aaron's house while sitting on the trunk of their car. It's a very atmospheric car. There's so much character. So much dog hair, so many dents. But so much character.

Anyway, Aaron and I sat on the trunk of his atmospheric car on the way back from graduation. Graduation, for those of you that have never been to one, is two-hours long and really melodramatic. Everyone's pretty sad to be leaving high school. I mean, these people are more nostalgic than the guys who landed at Normandy. Everyone's talking about Johnny who accidently impaled himself on a pencil at recess. Or the time Mary Jane ordered the salad bar for lunch in first grade and decided to be adventurous and so she put ranch dressing on it, or something great like that; everyone sheds a tear remembering.

And so we drove back from that, naturally having been moved a slight and we became rather ponderous - rather happy, too, I'd say. And we discussed the year.

Basically, I've decided that it was a really nice one. I've tried to remember exactly what I did on the last day of school the year before this. We left the lip sync contest that they always have one the last day. And every year it grows a little more tiresome. Which is unimaginable, since it already epitomizes suckdom more than books by R. L. Stein.

Anyway, I went to the pizzeria with Zane and Aaron. On the way, I bought two tins of Altoids at Coastal. And then they didn't have any money so I had to buy their pizza for them. I didn't mind, of course.

I spent the next week feeling awkward at graduation parties for people I didn't know very well but liked nonetheless. Petra's party was kind of nice. And then I went to Hanieh's birthday party after that. And Hanieh had to take me home and she missed every turn that could possibly be missed. Her parents were angry that she got home so late.

And then for the rest of the summer I didn't do anything.

But this year has impacted me so. In eighth grade, I was a terrible jerk. I'd been reading A History of the English-Speaking Peoples and The Second World War, both being insanely cumbersome. And they drove me to developing something of a British accent. And I used the word "disconcerting" a lot, too, because Winston Churchill seemed to like it.

Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to insult Mr. Churchill. He's won a Nobel Prize for Literature, afterall. And they were perfectly nice books. But a single human being can only read so many volumes of British history before they go crazy. Ten books at five-hundred pages a shot is coma-inducing. And, believe me, I snapped.

I was a jerk to absolutely everyone I knew. I was pretentious and cruel and very unhappy. But this year has moved me from that, I think.

The month of December, especially, changed me. We'd been working on Moby: The Musical. And I met the coolest people. Actually, I'd known some of them before then. But I doubt very much that I was close to them. I doubt very much that I had been close to anyone.

And their friendship has altered me considerably. I thank them for that. Because, after several years of not being so, I am truly happy.


	Deadly Ivy \| home year in review (2001) \| year in review (2002) year in review (2001) Graduation was on Wednesday. And afterward, I went to Keil and Aaron's house while sitting on the trunk of their car. It's a very atmospheric car. There's so much character. So much dog hair, so many dents. But so much character. Anyway, Aaron and I sat on the trunk of his atmospheric car on the way back from graduation. Graduation, for those of you that have never been to one, is two-hours long and really melodramatic. Everyone's pretty sad to be leaving high school. I mean, these people are more nostalgic than the guys who landed at Normandy. Everyone's talking about Johnny who accidently impaled himself on a pencil at recess. Or the time Mary Jane ordered the salad bar for lunch in first grade and decided to be adventurous and so she put ranch dressing on it, or something great like that; everyone sheds a tear remembering. And so we drove back from that, naturally having been moved a slight and we became rather ponderous - rather happy, too, I'd say. And we discussed the year. Basically, I've decided that it was a really nice one. I've tried to remember exactly what I did on the last day of school the year before this. We left the lip sync contest that they always have one the last day. And every year it grows a little more tiresome. Which is unimaginable, since it already epitomizes suckdom more than books by R. L. Stein. Anyway, I went to the pizzeria with Zane and Aaron. On the way, I bought two tins of Altoids at Coastal. And then they didn't have any money so I had to buy their pizza for them. I didn't mind, of course. I spent the next week feeling awkward at graduation parties for people I didn't know very well but liked nonetheless. Petra's party was kind of nice. And then I went to Hanieh's birthday party after that. And Hanieh had to take me home and she missed every turn that could possibly be missed. Her parents were angry that she got home so late. And then for the rest of the summer I didn't do anything. But this year has impacted me so. In eighth grade, I was a terrible jerk. I'd been reading A History of the English-Speaking Peoples and The Second World War, both being insanely cumbersome. And they drove me to developing something of a British accent. And I used the word "disconcerting" a lot, too, because Winston Churchill seemed to like it. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to insult Mr. Churchill. He's won a Nobel Prize for Literature, afterall. And they were perfectly nice books. But a single human being can only read so many volumes of British history before they go crazy. Ten books at five-hundred pages a shot is coma-inducing. And, believe me, I snapped. I was a jerk to absolutely everyone I knew. I was pretentious and cruel and very unhappy. But this year has moved me from that, I think. The month of December, especially, changed me. We'd been working on Moby: The Musical. And I met the coolest people. Actually, I'd known some of them before then. But I doubt very much that I was close to them. I doubt very much that I had been close to anyone. And their friendship has altered me considerably. I thank them for that. Because, after several years of not being so, I am truly happy.