Welllll, this is very exciting. It's me Fraulien and this is a very strange feeling to be "blogging," I apologize in advance for not being as talented as IdA... but I think i might give Produce Pete a run for his money.
So I’ve never done this before, BUT because I just got home from my last day of high school and I can barely see because of all the tears in my eyes, I decided to ask if I could this write this to get things off my chest. I figured since most of the people that really made me this upset about the end of this high school thing read this funny little thing, I’d just spill my grief out into this “blahg.”
So this morning I woke up at Pinky Tuscadero’s casa in disbelief and with total readiness for the day that was afoot. As I piled into the car with PT, her brosef, and Anne Frank, it began to hit me. This was it. At that point I still didn’t know whether I was excited about it or completely depressed (I realize these are two completely opposite emotions and they are usually easy to distinguish between… but I couldn’t decide which one I was feeling). I got to my locker, twisted the lock like I have used for 6 years now, and opened what to me seemed like the door to my heart. Weird, I know. That locker and lock were mine, and next year they won’t be. That school won’t even be my school next year. Like, really? What? I’m going to college? Huh?
So we go through the day, and here’s where this whole story gets interesting and completely blog-able. We all know the “SENIORS ’08 WOO WOO WOO” kind of people (and secretly we all know that we are just like those people inside... don’t worry I won’t tell anyone)… well these people decided today would be SENIOR PRANK AND WATERBALLOON AND FUNNNNNN DAY! Seems harmless and innocent, OH NO HONEY, that’s so not what it was. Let’s put the statistics out there… 1 large slip-and-slide, approx. 100 water guns, 5 people arrested, 1 person screaming “fuck the PO-lice” and claiming she was hit in the face with a night stick, 1 HUGE girl fight, 1 HUGE girl gets in the face/ her boyfriend beats up a girl… fight, and 650 graduating seniors cleaning out their lockers. Not to mention the 15 cop cars and 1 helicopter. Yes, it was an eventful day. But unfortunately, at about the midway point in the day, I realized that my attitude toward the day was the “completely depressed” one and I couldn’t even enjoy the girl fight. Come on, me? Not enjoying girl fights? W T F!? EVEN WORSE, the first song I heard when I get home was “Wall-to-Wall” by my true love, Chris Brown… and THAT made me cry? What is the world coming to? I’m not Anne Frank… I’m Fraulein. Fraulein is not a wimpy name… not really a good name either but whatever, that’s so not the point.
The real point is that today it hit me that in a short few months, we won’t be sitting around every weekend wondering what to do. IdA won’t be going to that 7 11 he where sometimes gets gum. Produce Pete won’t be spending time in the produce aisle or putting up with Produce Pam (its pam right?). Schmelter won’t make stupid jokes… wait. And Commander Cool won’t dance to Ms. Avril Lavigne anymore.* You know what I mean. Being sentimental sucks. But right now, it’s gotta happen. So here it is, consider this my virtual yearbook entry… I love my friends (that’s you guys!) and as much as I need some things to change, I don’t want anything to change. All of you, well prob not all of you… but to the ones who know who I am… you all have made my senior year the best year I’ve ever had. You changed me for the better and I’m so happy and thankful that you are all in my life. HERE COME THE TACKY CLICHES that actually mean something today, don’t ever change because I love you all just the way you are and I can’t imagine my life without you. Each one of you has a special place in my heart. And as the wise Vitamin C says, “I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye. Keep on thinking it's a time to fly.”
I hope this blog isn’t as bad as Produce Pete’s last attempt. Thanks for reading.
Peace and Love,
Fraulein Schmelter
*I realize that Avril is married to that guy from Sum 41… but I don’t know if she took his last name or whatever so I went with the 2002 version of her name
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