Graduation

Oh graduation, how you plague my woeful mind! Several things:

1a) I am required to wear a dress and heels? What IS this world?! I object. Highly. I'm going to feel inclined to jump out a plate-glass window because of the dress, but then not have to worry about it because I'm going to fall over and kill myself in the heels...
I'd actually really like to show up in an intensely-colored tuxedo with disco balls all over it or something, but sadly society provides me no such luck.

1b) Dress-shopping makes me extremely angry, and then the family members shopping with me get angry that I'm angry, which makes me even more angry. Well excuse me for being forced to try on that hideous, pink, flamboyant chunk of fabric you hurl at me! After 14.5 years of living in the same household, you'd think my clan would have a clearer idea of what my personality is like.... *Okay, end of dress rant :)*

2) It's 27 school days away D: I object. Highly. As well. For a grand plethora of reasons that I could compose a 5000 page novel on. Grrr...

3) Um.... well, I'm sure there's something else, too :) [Insert anger-inducing reason here! :D]

Graduation...oh, how you plague me!

...Um...have a nice day? :)