... Of high school. Ever. I still can't get over that. I'm graduating. Never coming back to the same hallways that I've walked in for five years. I've never spent more than one year in any other school before, so this is kind of a really big hit. I'm actually really sad.

As my grade 8 letter to my grade 12 self said, bad memories disappear, but the good ones remain. ;_; Baaaawwwwwww. I'm heading to McGill in Montreal next year, btw. Closer to the east coast.

In other news, I went to my school prom. Boy was it exciting. -_- Well, first me and a whole bunch of friends went in a truck limo ("No Katherine, that isn't water!!!!!") on a joy ride around the most boring places of Van, and considering the amount of alcoholic beverages we had, we got just a bit buzzed (myself including, though I didn't observe any behavioral differences... just felt weeeeeeeird sometimes).

But then we got to prom, things got... interesting. All these suuuper drunk kids started showing up. They probably overestimated their ability to drink on an empty stomach, so they were sick, throwing up and passing out all over the place. Three girls at my table were really drunk, though save for the one whom we had to physically drag into the washroom so that she could puke there, the other two were ridiculously funny to watch. A whole bunch of really drunk guys arrived too, tried to get in but felt sick right after getting in, staggered out of the building and weren't allowed in again. (Certain someone included. I had to go search for water and food for him, since his date was all bitchy and basically ditched him). Certain awesome quotes like "Who ever has my fucking purse better give it back or I'll shit-kick their ass!" shouted through a microphone by drunk girls. Music wasn't very good, though. =/ Well, I think I kind of enjoyed it, playing doctor and routinely doing "patient check-up" runs aside.

Aaaanyways... Yessss, finished ONE AE piece. Please congratulate me, thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week.

I've been struck by an epiphany too, now having worked out a complete and GOOD story for Michael A. Rose that has very little to do with the previous story. But I'm actually satisfied with pretty much every aspect, including plot, which was severely lacking in the previous one.

Mike the doll got a wardrobe change, too, for a few hundred dolla. (His stuff costs as much as mine!) Russel just keep on hoarding up outfits though, and I've actually started sewing for him! I've still got a few pieces Mike needs and a whole set of outfits for Russel.... getting there. Oh yeah, no more dolls for me for a while. I dunno, just don't feel like it. Maybe I'll sculpt.