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Last day of high school was on Friday. Baccalaureate (I imagine that's spelled horribly wrong) today. Tomorrow the influx of family members begins. Wednesday is graduation. On Saturday I'm off for the annual visit to the Netherlands--where the world cup will constantly be on the living room television. YES!
Mr. Struckmeyer had the sweetest speech at baccalaureate . . .he said he was the student that never asked anyone to a dance and I swear half the female audience went "Awwww". It's kinda funny now, because he's the HOTTEST teacher on campus. He gave me a hug today, and he had to bend so far over, I felt even shorter than usual. It already sucks that most people in my family are tall.
to whom it may concern . . .Flo, your camera rocks!
oooh, I almost forgot, the new tradition I'm starting . . .
Sigh, thank you god for granting Christian Bale a self-secure personality otherwise we'd never see him like this . . .