guys, i’m a college graduate.
look at that degree! i’m a real person. four years of hard work paid off.
after everything i’ve done today, (and we’re heading off in about half an hour to go hear Osage play at Brew’s Too and getting free appetizers) i figured I deserved a drink. So here, in my “Shit Just Got Real” class of 2013 pint glass, I am drinking an alcohol vodka smootie.
DELICIOUS.
the senior theatre majors and their prints!
- carl arrives in around 12 hours
- dad and the girls and grandma arrive in 54 hours
- the rest of family arrives around the same time.
- in 74 hours, i will be starting commencement.
graduating with a 3.54.
i broke the 3.5. I’ve been sitting at 3.49 for the last three semesters.
and i made Dean List’s.
YES.
oh dear lord.
burke is leaving christina.
OH DEAR LORD BURKE IS LEAVING.
“If i loved you…not the woman I hope you’d become, but you, I’d let you go.”
And then when they go back to Yang’s apartment and she breaks down and the necklace is her noose.
as my uncle dropped me off after dinner, he said “congrats on graduating!” and i replied with “congrats on making a baby!”
and then there was this moment where we both realised what i said and the implications and thank god my uncle is the way he is because he just laughed and said “sometime, when you’re older, i’ll explain how that works.”
ah, my family is great.
(Source: lunasilverfuck, via vivlio)
(via loveyourchaos)
emotions, sober pasta (i’ve stopped calling it drunk pasta because it sobers you up more than being drunk while making it) and some more Grey’s makes for a decent night.
hard to believe that it’s already been a week since Coconuts, and now we’re less than 6 days from graduation.
who knew i had emotions? (not hillary ahhahahhhahahhahhhhhhahah!)
my cap and gown.
and my honours cords.
and my tassel that was given to the class of 2013 when we were inducted back in August of ‘09.
graduation! six days and counting.
please excuse me while i weep quietly in my room.
i forgot burke’s full name:
preston xavier burke.
the most kickass name ever.
this is why i am not izzie stevens.
emotions get in the way of rationing.
i can’t deal with that.
