I am feeling a little out of it right now. Not in a bad way though. I just got home from Zach's camp out and it was a really fun night. Somehow, again, Lanny and I ended up smushed in the corner of the tent like we were at Jen's. I was sharing half of Lanny's pillow and half of Jack's pillow, but I ended up just taking the majority of both of them in the 4 1/2 hours I did sleep. Apparently I talk in my sleep too. Everyone was really annoyed with me in the morning because I was talking really loud and squirming around, so I decided to just get up and go outside. It was funny because everyone thought I went home so they continued to talk about me, despite the fact that I was listening right next to the tent. I don't remember what they were saying, but they realized I didn't even have a car so I proceeded to pop up and scare them in return. One thing I hate about sleepovers is waking up in the morning because I know I look like a train wreck. Like I might have been hit by a train and left dead on the side of the road kind of thing. Plus after every night of sleep I wake up and my hair is a frizzed and tangled mess. Not that I'm expecting it to look good, but it looks like a got into a girl fight and that other bitch went at my hair. It's really quite comical. I looked in the mirror today when I got home and laughed. What else can you do?

My Nana and Papa will be at the house sometime around 12 and I will need to entertain them until 5 when my mom gets home from work. This will be very boring for me, and I haven't slept enough to call myself awake yet. I actually look forward to playing cribbage though, because my Grandparents are a couple in the handful of people that I know who play the game. I don't look forward to awkwardly finding something to watch on television while my Papa turns the volume up so loud that it drowns out any other sounds in the house. They don't know how to work the remote so I usually just end up putting on the local news, which is completely irrelevant to them because they live in Maine. I will offer them something to drink, but my arthritic Nana will insist on struggling to the kitchen to make herself a Vodka Tonic at 1:30. They're old so what better to do with your time then drink and read books and play cribbage. I wonder what my pastimes will be when I'm 80. Probably Facebook. Hahaha.

Last night was the Baccalaureate and it was much different than I expected. I felt a closeness with all of my classmates, even the ones I don't particularly like all that much. I really liked Phoebe's speech! I knew it would be good, but it was even better than I expected and she didn't use a fake over dramatic voice which I know we will be hearing a lot on Saturday. I also was fond of Mr. Simpson's speech. I am really going to miss Graham this summer. But there is a great possibility that Kathryn and I will be traveling down that way if our road trip happens.

My birthday is in six days. I need to sleep more before the arrival of the G parents. T minus two hours. Graduation is tomorrow. Holy shit.