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"Senior prom" tonight... what's left of my life at graduation!
(sort of drunk and stoned, so be courtious 
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This kind of last of all evenings is rather family-oriented in this country, so you don't take a girl with you but your family, in my case my parents, brother who went to same school, grand parents (all 4). Nice exucse for no girl.
While I won't get into details, it was different from what I expected. After all it was not just "THE last party night and apart from that, nothing because you're gonna see them all in some summer parties". Somewhat it was, but in the end, the more or less final goodbyes were sort of unexpectedly melancholic.
While I had no hard time giving the last (unresponded, of course, sl*t and all) wave to my 11th grade love Anne (never posted much about it, forget it) as well as the earlier or former bunnies, and no big heartbreak at saying it to the ones that I used to consider my best friends in former times (different topic though, 8 months didn't pass me scarless) either, it did get quite difficult at some random (but quite nice) girls from the age group. And disappearing behind the curtain that would lead me t othe exit of the building (it's also usual to leave this kind of sh!t without the chick, a family thing as said, just that the family'd leave way earlier than you
)... let's not say there was no movement... after all I had a hard time resisting the... say it... tee..a....r..... ugh 
not much gained apart from a nice 94% grad score I have to say. made quite some losses (socially) lastely, but not qithout a reason. they were b!tches, all of them, let's face it. but maybe not, but I might only get to know all of the truth in tens of years, if ever. as for the bunnies, their fault I could say, but was there ever one without such a wrong?
it's one big pondering, but then the weed does do its contributition to the philosopher's mood
but so do obvious facts anyway... now I'm to choose some uni, 'd like to go to Berlin, and I could if I certainly would with that score. not sure what to do though. where to go, so to speak. either way, education-wise or socially speaking.
hard days for Andy, help preventing a bad depression!
PS: yes, it might be interesting how the patient puts more wight onto the negatives than on his great efforts in schooling. that he achieved without any eager-beavering. just his mind. bad serotonine management?
)This kind of last of all evenings is rather family-oriented in this country, so you don't take a girl with you but your family, in my case my parents, brother who went to same school, grand parents (all 4). Nice exucse for no girl.
While I won't get into details, it was different from what I expected. After all it was not just "THE last party night and apart from that, nothing because you're gonna see them all in some summer parties". Somewhat it was, but in the end, the more or less final goodbyes were sort of unexpectedly melancholic.
While I had no hard time giving the last (unresponded, of course, sl*t and all) wave to my 11th grade love Anne (never posted much about it, forget it) as well as the earlier or former bunnies, and no big heartbreak at saying it to the ones that I used to consider my best friends in former times (different topic though, 8 months didn't pass me scarless) either, it did get quite difficult at some random (but quite nice) girls from the age group. And disappearing behind the curtain that would lead me t othe exit of the building (it's also usual to leave this kind of sh!t without the chick, a family thing as said, just that the family'd leave way earlier than you
)... let's not say there was no movement... after all I had a hard time resisting the... say it... tee..a....r..... ugh not much gained apart from a nice 94% grad score I have to say. made quite some losses (socially) lastely, but not qithout a reason. they were b!tches, all of them, let's face it. but maybe not, but I might only get to know all of the truth in tens of years, if ever. as for the bunnies, their fault I could say, but was there ever one without such a wrong?
it's one big pondering, but then the weed does do its contributition to the philosopher's mood
but so do obvious facts anyway... now I'm to choose some uni, 'd like to go to Berlin, and I could if I certainly would with that score. not sure what to do though. where to go, so to speak. either way, education-wise or socially speaking. hard days for Andy, help preventing a bad depression!
PS: yes, it might be interesting how the patient puts more wight onto the negatives than on his great efforts in schooling. that he achieved without any eager-beavering. just his mind. bad serotonine management?
). It had plenty of dance routines, and lyrics written to the music of popular pop songs. ( Backstreet Boys and such. 
nevermind that... ).
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