I may have counted my eggs too soon. Shame. Let nature be my rescue.

WE'RE GRADUATING TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We survived the hell of high school (and IB for a lot of us). We should all be damn proud of ourselves and make it a good one. I'm incredibly excited to hear Brecia's speech, I know she'll make it amazing.

I don't understand why others seem to put so little effort into gifts sometimes. Well, no. Okay I do know why, and it's understandable, but you'd think for certain people they'd at least try to get something really worthwhile. You get them the meaningful present, ON TIME. Timing isn't exactly crucial...but it's comforting to know they at least wanted you to be happy on your birthday. I've been at fault a few times too for being late, but usually I really try to get it on time, and fail in some way or another. I'm hoping that's why others don't get theirs in on time?

And why do some just not care about the packaging? I guess people don't care much for it because it's not practical. But it means something when you hand the person a present that looks like it took time to wrap and is beautifully presented. It means even more when there's something inside that shows they tried to get something specifically for YOU. Not something generic that could be given to anyone.

But a gift is a gift I guess, and any gift is appreciated. At least I know I always try to appeal to the person in some way, even those I don't know all that well.

Plus, I think gift giving is actually fun and I would do it so much if I had money. But I don't ):

It's 11:37 PM currently as I type this entry. I only just found out my one regular teacher is letting the IB kids take our exam early...nobody warned me it was on my birthday. So here I was at 10 PM, discovering news of an exam and madly studying away. Great. And I thought I could get sleep to enjoy my birthday too. Anyway, I'm excited for these last few minutes of 17. By the time I come home from the exam tomorrow, shower, and head out to Sophia's...I'll have turned the magical 18.

Supposedly the second I'm 18 my brain undergoes wonderous brain changes so I mature, says my father. Well, he says it's possible anyway. Angie swung by today to give me my present since I'd be out all day tomorrow, and I couldn't help myself! I had to open it! Thank you dearest for my lovely green Kirby-looking lamp thing. I love it a ton, can't wait to deck out my UNC dorm with it. (:

I guess it is a bit sad that because I don't celebrate my birthday, I get very few presents. And it's not that I need presents, but the thought is nice. The upside is, you find out who your true friends are, who actually cares about you through it all. Thank you all, you know who you are. I love you guys.

There is nothing I love more than feeling speechless because of love. Well maybe being with Chris is better...