my new occupation: blogger

greetings!

I've decided to actually write on my blog, instead of just visiting it once every few weeks. So, if you're a fan: get ready.... there's a lot more to come.

So I think the big news to write about is of course, SENIOR WEEK. There were many memorable moments, but as to not forget anything, I want to start at the beginning: SIX FLAGS--where we determined our age is the best age, because we can spend the day at the amusement park, and then get dressed up, get drunk, and want to fling ourselves off a boat.

Let me explain: we went on the swings with these awkward middle schoolers. I can't even explain how nice it was to not be that age.

The following day, we dressed up as "narcoleptic geriatrics," drank prune juice, and I stuffed my but full of scarves. I can't even explain how nice it was to return to my normal butt size and not look ridiculous.

Hence the moral of the story: while I am sad to gradate and be 22, it really is a sweet age. I'm going to enjoy it for what its worth....

more later on the graduation, my shout out, and our commencement speaker's use of the word "miscarriage" in her speech!