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Sike. THIS is my 200th post. I dunno how that happened, it tricked me. HAPPY 200!!

So this is my 200th blog post. Doesn't that seem weird? I've had this blog for two years and I've just NOW gotten to 200 posts. Shows how faithful I am to the projects that I start, heh. I haven't posted lately because I've been checking off all the things on my lifetime to-do list...passing high school (I know, I can't believe after all the stress, I actually did it. Sort of. It's a long story for another time!), graduating, and this past saturday I had the biggest party EVER that was in my honor. My graduation party was a great time. I got a crapload of money, I got drunk and had fun, and ate tons of good food. Now, it's time to grow up. Yeah, I know that line warrants a huge sigh from me, but I'm rather optimistic. I know that it's all downhill from here, but I think that a few more years and I'll be ready to be a big bad adult. It's really strange to think of myself as an adult now. But ever since my birthday, the changes have been ...

So, prom was last night. It was pretty sweet. Had a lot of fun. I hung out with people that were all pretty cool. My date was probably the nicest guy there. I felt like a girl for once, caked in makeup and sparkles and a pretty dress and...yeah. It was nice. This year's prom was very...pleasant. I know that I'm going to look back on both of the proms I went to and just sigh, I'm happy that there weren't any catastrophes, disasters, embarassments, anything. Overall, I just had a great time. And I'm thankful that they don't allow freshmen or sophomores at prom (unless they're invited) because I was pretty antisocial my first two years of high school, so I don't think I would've had as nice a time. Compared to last year, I think my date had more fun because he actually goes to our school. My date last year went to my school in middle school, but he moved. He knew everyone, but it was kind of uncomfortable for him. Not to mention, although we have been f...

So, I've decided. I am going to write a book on how to be uncool. No, not how to be cool. And no, not even how to be uncool in the cool way. No, I shall be showing all of you lovelies what it's like to be uncool in a world where ANYONE can be cool, and you feel you are not. And...I'm not going to write a book. It might be something like a book, but it may also be a video. Or a series. Mini-series. Now that I've officially sent you on a vague and potentially disappointing mind trip--prom is this Saturday. Senior prom. Wow. I don't think it's hit me that this is one of those milestones. The ones that you'll remember the rest of your life! So it'd better be good. Here's to hope. Or, at least I might be able to come out with a pretty good story or two. The Roots. How come I've never heard of these guys before? I'm not wearing any underwear! I don't know what is wrong with me, heh. Well, my fingers are falling asleep on my screen. I suppose a ...

Guess what! I'm sick again! *Cough for effect* I've contracted some sort of sinus infection this time, with the works: snotty cough, aches and pains, stuffy nose...you know the deal. I was officially at school for twenty minutes today before I escaped in my volvo to come home sick. My mom was disgusted, and I think she's angry with me. I miss too much school lately. Maybe...maybe my senioritis is starting to materialize into actual bacteria! The kind that beat up your immune system like jocks on a nerd. I would say that I am THAT nerd. Last Saturday was my 18th birthday. I'm officially an aah!-dult. I like the infinite feeling that comes with it, but I also realize that I have responsibilities. Ugh, the word just disgusts me. My first rite of passage that I took advantage of was...I got a debit card! With my name on it! I really feel grown up now! Haha. Well, I'm going to moping around and talking through my nose...and breathing through my mouth.

Yeah, the scene project? Semi-fail. On the bright side, I have kind of developed a new style in the last couple weeks. I wear NOT what other people tell me to--what I WANT TO. Okay, so that sounds a little extreme. People don't pick out my clothes. I've just always blended in with everyone. I wear what everyone else wears. But I've started to pick up some stuff that I LIKE and I want to wear--even if it is a little goofy, haha. Good News: I'm going to college! I applied and got into a PSU branch campus. Now all I have to worry about is passing high school. I just have to keep working. Biggest social focus as of late: Prom. I'm actually going, yes, and I have a date. I just don't have a dress right now, and everyone who knows anything about prom is not letting me forget it. May ninth...or is it the sixteenth? Either way, save the date. I'm back to playing softball for my high school. I had to quit last year because my grades were too...tumultuous to keep a s...

So, as of today, a girl in my English class has decided to make me an art project. It all started in the library, where she was researching what one would call a "scene girl." Basically, scene girls (and guys) are people who strive to befriend everyone on myspace. The significant thing about them is that they have a distinct style, which is somewhere between emo, rock, and skater. That's the easiest way to explain it, but it's kind of become a genre of its own. I showed an interest in her subject that she just couldn't pass up on, she decided that she wanted to make me a scene girl, and I agreed. After all, what could it hurt? It might actually be fun... Few readers...(if any)...what do you think of this? Do you think I'm a poser? Am I itching for attention? Should I really change my style so drastically? I want to know. I think it will be interesting, considering the fact that I'm one of those girls who has never had a particular style. I hover above all ...