High school graduation isn’t all too memorable.

But hey, I went into it with that mentality and came out feeling like I just wanted to forget it ever happened.

The morning didn’t turn out exactly as I had expected it to, for better or for worse. I had Jamba Juice. Buying presents is just too much of a hassle, especially since half of the teachers I wanted to give presents to either didn’t attend graduation or left early.

I wanted to slap that lady at See’s Candy. So what? We’re teenagers? And automatically, we’re classified as just some of those lousy, ruckus-causing high school students who have nothing better to do than make trouble for those oh-so-high-standing adults. I hate those people. Oh, so it’s immediately my fault that there’s some water on the floor? WTF. Sure, I had a Jamba Juice cup in my hand. Granted, it was near empty (extra residue?), and since when were Jamba Juice drinks clear? So just shut up and think before you decide to come up with some silly generalization. You’re not that great, yourself.

I’m happy that at least I got to go to Build-a-Bear.

Graduation itself. I feel disappointed. It seemed like it wasn’t planned well at all. I’m so tired of listening to so-called “facts” that have either been over-exaggerated or falsified completely. >_>; Get your facts right! I’m glad I sat next to Mr. Doom. At least I could laugh at his jokes. My cap kept on slipping off my head.

You know, it’s a lot easier to say “it’s okay” or “it’s no big deal” to someone who hasn’t reached his or her goal when you already have. I failed to achieve my high school goal. Therefore, I am a failure. The worst part is that I would have had no chance since day 1. Sure, I could have taken extra classes, but it’s not like that would have helped. I lose at the game of numbers that the administration at my school seems to love to play.

I guess taking pictures with my friends was fun. This all happened as I was trying to deliver presents to my teachers. I don’t feel like making the extra trip to school today.

I don’t understand people, and women especially. My feet are aching and sore. Why? Why are people so keen on sacrificing comfort to put on a “good image” in front of others? It’s so silly, so silly.

Most families had flowers or bears or some other small present to give to their graduates. My parents didn’t. I was okay with that. I told them that it was pointless. So why? Out of guilt? Since when did street peddlers come to our school? Just so people who didn’t have presents wouldn’t feel empty-handed? How much did my parents pay?

(Judy Garland and Gene Kelly are on TCM right now. I need to scan my registration forms.)

I love that restaurant. I love all of the people who work there. I hate my brother. He could have just shut his mouth and kept quiet. Fine, if you didn’t want to come to my graduation, then you should’ve just stayed home. Forget about being persuaded by my parents to go. I was already in a bad mood. Thanks for making it an infinite times worse, just because you were “bored to death.” SHUT UP.

I’ll make it a point not to even remember your graduation.

“LOL Angie. It’s true. No one clapped for you. wtf. wtf. wtf. wtf.”

HAHAHAHAHA. CAN I DIE RIGHT NOW? SHOOT ME, PLEASE.

My parents. I felt really sorry for the waiter. We go to that restaurant so often, but if I had served my family last night, I would have purposely avoided my family in the future. It all becomes his fault that the orders were “wrong.” My family can’t order. I do the ordering at that restaurant most of the time. No wonder they can’t order. Poor guy. Don’t just blame him like that. I wish it was a quiet, non-celebratory dinner.

I lost my appetite. I was really looking forward to that gigantic plate of teriyaki and assortment of other food. Well, guess what? The restaurant ran out of beef for a 4th dish, and so my parents proceeded to tell the waitress that we only ordered 3 dishes. LOL. Way to go! Thanks for forgetting about me.

I would have preferred to sit by myself last night. I wish I could have sulked in my own little corner.

So I fiddled around with my phone for who knows how long. They didn’t give me much tuna sashimi last night. I ate probably a quarter of what I normally would eat at that restaurant last night.

I wasn’t even going to eat. Eating is just another thing that I’m supposed to do. I think I’ve skipped so many meals in the last month that I don’t really care anymore. (As of late, I’ve noticed that I can’t seem to spell and my grammar has become rather atrocious. Is it possible to forget how to spell words that I used to use on a daily basis? I’m frustrated.)

I felt guilty. Especially when all of the sushi chefs brought me so much extra food. They’re so awesome! Maybe I’ll just become a sushi chef when I retire someday.

It was all on the house. Wow.

And I got to take a photo with them. Yay. 2nd best part of the day.

This week has taught me that I shouldn’t have even the slightest expectation about anything in life. It’s pointless. It’ll only set me up for disappointment.

Ugh. So why can’t I make the best out of this and be like Randy Pausch?

I hate myself. I hate myself for crying. I hate myself for being me.

I’m so sick of high school. I’m so sick of everything. I’m sorry about graduation. I’m sorry about yesterday.

And yet, graduation is supposed to be a day you’ll never forget. A day that’s supposed to be worth 4 years of conforming to school policies and conforming to what society expects from students. Biggest bullshit in the world.