There's so much to say..

Like about how Robin and Ali and I went panties shopping at Cambridgeside and lost track of time in the most major way.

Like about how I now have my diploma and how, despite being indoors, the graduation ceremony wasn't torturous.

About how I'm on my way to becoming a total morally defiant skank.

Like about how Last Blast freaking rocked (more than I expected it to) and how it was only made better by the fact that while Anna didn't seem to make it, Tara was there, and they actually let her in.

And the DDR. And the air hockey. And the endless food. And the Brenda in a dress. And the yearbook messages. And the dancing. And the table tennis. And the charicatures and profile drawings. And the tattoos. And the hair and nail and face makeovers. And the photos and button making. And the mini golf. And the twisty balloon hats. And the conversations on the bench in the courtyard, one last time.

And, how I woke up groggily at 2 PM, only to finally hear back from Tufts.

I'm rejected, by the way.

But at least now I know. Closure is good.

It's put me in a somewhat sombre mood, though. I feel kind of lost and meh. Could be due to the adrenaline crash, anyways. But I'll definitely get over it.

Thank you to everyone (særligt Anna) who has been so helpful and supportive of me in this.

I really don't know what else to say...