Maybe I'm Excited

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Oops. It's Saturday.

Well, yesterday was my last Friday as a high school student. Ever. It's insane. I'm graduating, and soon my life is going to take a huge ass change.

I mean, the obvious is that I'm going to college. I'm only going to Washtenaw Community College, but I've heard from so many people that that is such a smart move. I'm inclined to believe them. On the paycheck that I currently have, I can pay for my education there in real time. Plus, I get the same education I would get nearly everywhere else, and I don't have to pay for room and board. I get to stay with my rabbits. I'll just get my degree from Grand Valley. Or some other place, if I suddenly decide to change my mind. I don't think I will be.

Then, today my mom and I opened up a checking account for me at the town bank. I'm going to have freakin' checks and a debit card. I don't know why that blows me away so hard. I mean, it seems so simple, doesn't it? For some reason, it just cements everything. I'm growing up.

I won't be going to high school anymore. I have a job. I'll be going to college, studying something more specifically than the general education I received for the past twelve/thirteen years. I have my own checking account.

I have a graduation party next month.

At first, I was pretty meh about it. I mean, it's just some huge party in which I'm going to be stuck talking to people I hardly know, but they feel like they know everything about me. I'll have to answer the same questions over and over again, and I really don't like having to do that. I won't really be able to hang out with my friends or family I'm closer to, at least not until later at night when the majority of the people leave.

Gah, speaking of friends.

I talked to Kevin at work Thursday, and asked him if it would be weird if I invited him to my grad party. He told me it wouldn't be at all. So I invited him, told him he can drink himself silly, and stay all night if he wants to. He said he's most likely coming, especially after I told him about the booze.

Then I tried telling my friends that Kevin was most likely coming, as well as my family, and they more or less asked a description of him.

... I have no flipping idea how to describe that guy. He's just ... Kevin. Off his rocker all the time, flippin' slow, so inappropriate, but he's one of the people I'm most close to at work. He's just a cool guy.

Then today (yesterday) I went to the back of the shop and just said, "Jake!"

He was sweeping, doing all his driver sorts of stuff. He doesn't close Friday, after all.

I asked him if he would come to my grad party. Pretty sure he said something along the lines of "Fuck yeah" after I told him when it would be. He then informed me that he'd be coming to the party drunk, and probably get drunker while there. Fine with me! I mean, he'd just fit in with the rest of my family.

Actually, I think both Kevin and Jake would both fit in a little too well. Maybe that's why they're so awesome. They're just so lighthearted. Well, Jake is a little more iffy in that sense, but whatevah.

Now all I have to do is ask Tyler, and maybe Dewey and Owen. Except I don't work with Tyler again until next Saturday. Not today Saturday, because today Saturday is prom, but next Saturday. It sucks!

But now I'm excited about my party. My favoritest aunt is coming (and uncle. I mean, c'mon), my favoritest cousin better be coming, my best buds at work are coming ... that's what makes the party, right there. Everyone else is just an added bonus. XD Okay, not quite that simplified, but give me a break.

When Jake said he'd be coming, I went on to say, at some point. "Man, I love you."

"I love you too," he replied. I mean, I'm one of the guys there. It's more like bro love, y'know? Besides, he has a girlfriend, she's over possessive, and Jake often lies himself out of situations with her. I don't understand it. I asked him why he was with her, and I think Owen flipped out.

"I talk about you all the time," I said.

"Good stuff, right?" he asked.

"Well, yeah!" Maybe that's when I said I love you. That makes a little more sense. "You're awesome!"

And earlier, I told Kevin, "You know I love you, right?"

That was after I immediately ratted him out on a goof-up. To our almighty boss. Ralph. "Kevin screwed it up," I think I said.

"Oh, thanks, Abby!"


"Oops!"

"Way to have my back!"

"I'm sorry! I opened my mouth before I thought! You know I love you, right?"

We had a screwy conversation after that, all lighthearted and whatnot. I mean, it's Kevin. I don't think he really holds grudges. Ever.

Then to Natalie, she was having issues. "Can I give you a hug?" I don't really remember how she answered. "I want to give you all hugs all the time! But I hold myself back." I don't want any weird tensions, after all. I'm weird enough to them. Even Kevin. And he's pretty freakin' weird.

"You better not hug Mike!" Natalie warned me. Well ... I don't really know Mike. I just mostly want to hug Kevin. He seems so ... huggable. Mike, meh, not so much.

But that's more or less my night at work in a nutshell. I went to work at four, didn't get out until ten thirty (I was scraping trays for Nate ... just because I could). I went flippin' insane for an hour or so. Kevin (I think legitly) thought I was drunk/high.

What? Legitly isn't a word? Just wait, it'll be added to the online dictionary at some point.

I then proceeded to Movie Plant and made conversation with the dude working there. Goes by the name Ryan. Classic Pizza, man. It's the best place to work.

(Can't wait for my family to meet the people I work with.)

SONG OF THE DAY: Perfectly Flawed ~ OTEP