Well, here I am. A highschool graduate. And guess what, UNIMPRESSED. The end of highschool was probably the most anticlimactic thing to ever happen in the history of everything.
Graduation - Boring.
Prom - a boring waste of time AND money.
And not to mention, my fucking art teacher 'lost' my art book from last year. Odds are she's stolen it because a 16 year old deadbeat has more talent than shes ever had.

I must say though, it delights me to know that never again will I have to see the 100 or so brain-dead assholes we call Class of '09.

In other news, it's 72 days until I turn 18. Glorious 18. I can finally buy my own god damn cigarettes. A downside to the whole thing is that I'll have to get a job. Shit.

Until next time...