HELL YEA!
Senior Presentations are finally over!
Now all I have to worry about is:
-What I'm going to wear for senior portraits
-Senior portraits turning out horribly disfigured
-Tripping over my graduation gown whilst
receiving my diploma
receiving my diploma
-Saying goodbyes to friends
-Getting A Job
-Moving out
-Finding an apartment to move in to
-Going to College
- Being rejected from my chosen University
-Staying in touch with friends
-Getting an Associates Degree
-Being accepted into a funerary Intern/Apprenticeship
-Passing the State Funerary Licensing Exam
-Living my life in general
...yea...that's all...no big deal.
I'm not freaking out.
No, really.
...I'm not.
It's just...
What if the portraits turn out dreadfully flawed or I fall flat on my face, or my friends don't stay in touch, or I don't get a job, or the University rejects me, or I never get that internship, or I can't pass the state licensing exam, or I never find a place to live and I end up mooching off my parents until they die...or I do...whichever comes first.
Maybe I'll just join my friend who plans to live under a bridge.
...And Bruiser, her pug.
Seems easier than this crap.
...I wonder if Bruiser would mind if I bring along my cat.
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