Last Day

Last day of school. Typical last day. No need to describe. Not going to the last dance. Or didn't go should I say. I have no excuses. Tickets were 25 cents, so I can't say too expensive. I never really liked school dances. I really have no justifiable reason other than personal preference.

I also decided (after my mom lectured me again) to clean up my shit. I did recycle a lot of school stuff before already, but I still had a huge pile. I started with my computer desk. Man. The English stories and stuff I was supposed to turn in was all there. Darn. Wasted paper. My mom used to keep all that stuff in boxes and whatnot. You know, like the Asian pack rat parents that have all your grades and stuff. It was dumb. We ended up recycling it too. A lot of AP books. I should put them up for sale.

Still hasn't hit me that high school is over. Maybe after grad. Shit. I hope I do cry. If I don't I'm a heartless bastard. I need to read more books. And use the computer less. And even out my damn tan. And actually get into going to college, even though it's De Anza (glorified high school) where I'll see roughly 20% of the senior class.

Scrubs is always a good laugh.