I finally graduated. It's over, it's all done. Completed I tell you. The last week has been crazy. It was emotional, and different from anything I've ever gone through before. Graduation itself was pretty good. People were just standing outside Civic Auditorium for an hour talking and relaxing, and after the long ceremony, took pictures and hugged outside. That day was really for the parents, not for the student. Graduation is for you to walk across a little stage so your mom can shout out your name in joy. But it's also nice to finally know the past four years of crap you've put up with have paid off when you receive a little 3by5 paper diploma slip (doesn't add up, huh?).

The next day I went to the Last Dance at Lowell, and that was basically the last time we're all going to be together. People were hugging and crying after the last song. It's then that you realize you won't see 99% of these people ever again, no matter how much you say you will. And I think most people know that too. The people that you'll miss the most are the guys you say hello to in the hallways as you pass them, or the people you sit next to in class and chat with. These are the people you call friends, but never really took the time to get to know. You just wonder if you affected their lives in a positive way even a little bit in the past four years, because they did to you.

I've been wanting to do this, so I'll do it now off the top of my head. Here are my top 5 memorable moments at Lowell:

5. Getting a 600 on my SAT2 for US History. Basically, I was screwed because i didn't have a third subject to take for the SAT2's. I couldn't take a foreign language, and I sucked at science, so I decided to go for US History. All I wanted was a 600 or better, so I bought one of those study books and spent the next month and a half cramming all sorts of facts into my brain. And the sad thing was I kept getting only 60% of the questions right on my practice test. I'll never forget the feeling I got when I saw that 600. I swear I was strutting down the streets.

4. Lowell vs Lincoln Volleyball Championship for 2003. I dunno why, but this was a fun game. Maybe it was just cool watching some of my friends play. I rarely went to watch any sporting games unless it was against Lincoln. It was just nice to see Lowell win. Enough said.

3. Senior Prom. Prom was actually a cool time. I think it was nice because Jenn and I were friends, and we knew each other beforehand, so it wasn't awkward or anything. I know I wasn't the best prom date, but Jenn, if you're reading this somehow, I had a lot of fun and it was one of the best nights of my life!

2. Freshman year Valentine's Dance. This made the list because I remember I used to like this girl and I asked her to dance with me for the last song. I swear I was so happy the next day I was smiling the whole time. I had to work at Kumon the day after the dance and I was on cloud9 the whole time. Gee, I bet I even pranced a few times.

1. The Senior Last Dance. I think this was the #1 for me because it was a final goodbye. It's hard to sum up years of friendship in 30 seconds, so you just hug and hope that says enough. And you know what, sometimes it does, because in certain friendships, you don't need to say anything, you both just know.

So to all you seniors out there that played a part in my life, thank you, and good luck in everything that you do. Hope I was more than just another face in the crowd to you.

Cal gave me a box of football cards today as a gift for graduation. Thanks Cal, that was the nicest thing someone has done for me in a while (if you want to top Cal, I accept cash). The autographed rookie pulled was a Jabar Gaffney. Thanks Cal, I really appreciate it. I'll go pull some Gaboriks for you later. I also pulled some quarterback named Dusty Bonner (you can pronounce his name however you want). And on the back of the card, it says "Stands tough in the pocket." I bet he does.

Garson is looking to sell some of his Star Trek and Star Wars toys/stuff on eBay, and I said I'd sell it for him. Gars offered to give me 10% of the sales. Unfortunately, Alex was there listening and now wants to be my "business partner" as he called it. Fine Alex, you can have half of the 10%. I'll give you that money because I feel sorry for you. The only thing you can do is go to the post office and mail the packages, but even I don't trust you doing that. You can just stand there and watch me do stuff then. This is going to be my "summer job". If I can make Garson $600 like he says I can, that's $60!! (unfortunately, $30 goes to Alex because he exists). Stupid Alex (yes, I am aware that Alex reads my blog site).

That's all for now. Good bye.