After over two years and seven hundred entries, I've gotten a new LJ. I think it's only right, seeing as how I'm about to enter college. If you'd like to continue reading, I'm at saylovelovelove.livejournal.com/ now.

I honestly don't know how much longer I can do this.

Lesson for the day:
Don't judge a person by their facebook. That means those Lipscomb friends too, Linz.
P.S. Glee was so incredible that I just cried all the way through it. Oh, Artie.

So much has happened since the last time I posted, so I guess I'll give an update for when I want to go back in a few months and read everything from way back when. I graduated high school. I know that this is such a cliche'd statement, but I cannot believe how fast the time went by. I can still remember when I went and visited Lipscomb at the beginning of junior year and realized it was where I needed to be. Now, next week is Advance orientation, I just got back from senior trip two nights ago, and I start work at an internship without knowing absolutely anyone tomorrow morning. I'm seriously apprehensive, but I'm also kind of excited. I like having everything in order, knowing a bunch of people before I'm thrusted head on into something so big, but oh well. I guess I got a double dose of that for Lipscomb to make up for HCA. I'm just so in love right now. Love, love, love.

I grauated high school today. Took tons of pictures, drove two boys crazy, threw up my hat, laughed ridiculously hard during the alma mater, lost my Honors rope, grabbed my cover (not my diploma) said my goodbyes, had some touchdown cake, and got enough toiletries at college for sixty years. I didn't cry, though. Not once. I feel on the verge of doing so at any minute. I kind of feel . . . unprotected. I know I have a job, am going to an amazing school, and have awesome friends, but it feels weird knowing that I don't have to go to Sycamore anymore, ya know? No more silly busy work, doors you can't walk through. Now, many are opening. And it feels pretty good. It's just been an incredible week. I'm so full right now, and I ate at one thirty. Ghost Adventures is about to come on. I've got quite a bit of ca-ching in my belt, and I'm leaving for Panama City in a few hours. Well, maybe more than a few. But it's going to be so ballin'.

"What are you doing next week before work?"
"I'm going to Panama City with my friends! I'm really excited."
[crickets.]
"Uh, Panama City?"
"I'm not going down there to do bad stuff!"

"Lindsey, life is just beginning! Make sure you always have a designated driver though down there!"
"I'm not doing anything like that!"

"Jeanna, are you really letting her go to Panama City?"
"Dude, for real?"

Photograph,
Remembering the summer
it takes me back, to Southern California.

where the girls would all pass
on the boardwalk and laugh
at our desperate attempts and our sunburned backs
we never had a chance, I remember that
and no matter what we do,
well never lose what we had growing up.

Won't bring us down.
Yeah, growing up,
it won't bring us down,
Growing up wont bring us down
Growing up wont bring us down

Graduate,
Whats a kid to do now?
Get away, (yeah-ah)
We've got so much to prove.
Cause its time to move on
And I'm stuck to let go,
But then Wonderwall comes on the radio,
I flashback to the night in your parents yard,
When we drank too much and we talked about god...

Growing up, won't bring us down.
Growing up, it won't bring us down.
Were in this together,
Yeah, we'll make it somehow,
Nothings gonna stop us now...
Growing up wont bring us down
Growing up wont bring us down
Growing up wont bring us down
Oh-oh-oh

Photograph,
Oh give me something to remember

Growing up, won't bring us down.
Growing up, it won't bring us down.
Were in this together,
Yeah, well make it somehow,
Nothings gonna stop us now...
Growing up wont bring us down
Growing up wont bring us down (won't bring us down)
Growing up wont bring us down (won't bring us down)
Growing up wont bring us......down.

No one ever posts anymore. So I'm guessing it's going to be a rare occurence that this is actually read, but I don't really mind. I think I'm going to get a new Livejournal.I have 752 posts and that's crazy, because most of them are about nothing. As is this one. Haha. All of my interests in my profile are fake or don't exist anymore, and the music and movies are only halfway right. I think I should try to hold off until graduation, but then again, I want to have the last few days of my high school career plastered onto my first posts too. I've been watching SVU for the majority of the day, so it seems like it might be a bit productive if I do something seemingly useful. I think it's going to be a bit different, this time. My new LJ, I mean. I'm going to go into every raw emotion, talk about my faith in Christ, and hopefully find solutions to my problems by simply going over them myself. But lately, I haven't had many. You know? At this moment, everything is so darn perfect. I seriously feel eighteen, and though everything's been kind of silly the past few weeks, like everyone's walking on eggshells, it's all right! I use that exclamation with genuine sincerity. I've gone over and over what I'm going to put in people's yearbooks, and I'm excited. I've looked through it so many times it's silly. I'm not scared about the future because I know exactly what it is I'm doing. I'm so utterly happy about Lipscomb that it's ridiculous. I can't wait to talk to prospective students about the school I so freakin' love and then get paid for it! I can't wait to walk down that darn line and grab hold of that cover (yeah, cover only) I've been so anxiously waiting on for the past eighteen years--- especially the last two. I'm only partially excited about work this summer. Mom told me that last year it was so silly that girls actually stared through windows at guys and posted sticky notes of "so and so likes you" on their office doors. Oh, definitely can't wait for that. Whoo. But maybe it will be okay. And if it's not I'll make it, then go to McKays every day after work. Give me Eclipse, give me dorm life, and give me my best guy friend. I'll post the link to my new journal when it gets made. I just noticed the time and I think it's definitely going to be another night that I mess with all that. I'm just so darn ready. For everything. Bring it on.

I actually feel old. Chili's. Cheesecake Factory. Letters to Juliet. Soft serve. Chinese. "Happy Birtday." "There is a tornado warning EVERY time we go out to Green Hills!" Logans. "Yeah, my fiancee wants me to tell people to be careful. Lots of strawberry lemonade. No Outback. Raining at the Factory. Besties. Streamer Licking. Water balloon flicking. Cherry red lapper. Glee Unrestricted Access.

"A hangover? Shut. Up."
"Leaned in? I don't even know what to say about that!"
"Hey, just look into my eyes. Why are you so nervous?"
"Just come on over here and watch the lightning with me."
"Lipscomb is the safe place to bring your pets!"
"75 plus roads closed in Cheatham County!?"
"Don't you just pick the girls up n' catch 'em?"
"No. Just go to bed."
"Bourbon, whiskey, wine, and cheese. And chocolate!"
"We didn't let it wait long enough to cook out, so now we're all going to get drunk!"
"Oh, I forgot the crowns, but if you want to wear you dress and tux to school, you can wear them then."
"Cheatham County schools are closed."
"Just dance! Who the heck cares!"
"It was a solid sheet of rain, we had to stop under a bridge . . . it was crazy!"

Get on the dance floor, pretend you know how
To make 'em all scream, you're what they're talking about
Just feel the music, f--- what they're saying
This is the moment, that we've been waiting on