i cross the boundary of the unknown

that was it. the day that i was going to leave all of the tweenie things behind.

in the morning, i was as ignorant as an unpaid worker--still stretching into my bed at 5:00am. i couldve been prepared myself at four but then i never want that day to last and move forward. no i can never let that. im still in the state of denial even right now. i know i'd be missing the whole high school routines; going home with my friends together, the stupid poker faces that my classmates put on when they're not letting themselves tangle with any work, the lunches spent in the classrooms, the ever annoying commands of the teachers, and the faces that i wouldnt ever be seeing everyday again. needless to say, the most mundane thing i do everytime im facing awkward moments is cry myself in the bathroom and let my tears spill with the running water. i tried to forget all the memorabilia just to keep myself from hurrying through mom's murmurs about how slow i am since we still have her friend to do me the make up.

my morning was ruined when i got to the venue. my face was real terrible and mom reasoned out that it was because of how stressed i am but then what i thought was how my face didnt compliment with the cosmetics applied.

the mass went on first. my mood got better after seeing my friends' jolly faces. the mass went on and well, then we proceeded to the graduation proper. the masters of ceremonies called our names, mom and grandpa went to the stage for the awards, speeches were delivered, blah blah blah, the grad songs, and ofcourse the memory vids came last. i was surprised that not a tear escaped thorugh my eyes that very moment. maybe it was that i had prepared myself for that day or that there was this weird thing inside my head that keeps mumbling of how this was not the end and i could stil see my batchmates' faces again cause eventually, we'll bump into each other considering that they define what home is, or maybe it was just purely denial. you see, until now i could still not imagine racing to a different school in june with hundreds of unknown faces while inserting myself to an anonymous field. the thought scares me.












anyways, a lot of pictorials were done after the program and we went home at 1pm for lunch. no parties were called after my long afternoon sleep, idk maybe people got friggin tired also. and somewhere between the night, my mood got crumpled since people inside the house were being buggin freakos again.

my day ended up doing the usual, facing Aceyy til dawn.

-geianne