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Graduation in a month and three days is like impending death. Or the apocalypse, if you will, wherein we all know it's coming but not quite sure what it brings or what comes next. Lightheartedly a-OK with it all.

I raced my friend home from the bar the other day and fell and busted my lip and knee and chipped my tooth. I awoke Saturday morning thinking, oh dear what a horrible dream. Then looked in the mirror and WOAH. very real. very hick. Thankfully Doc got the good ol' diente mended that morning as well as the lip all patched up. oops. Thankfully Mom and Dad are still riding the wave of, for whatever reason or another, being proud of me and my impending (_fill in the blank noun__) that they have not been mad. I blame it on my "competitive edge." he