Hey, its countable on ONE hand!

Ok, so 4 days of school left.

Why don't I feel more emotion about this? I'm leaving high school. I'm moving into (what should be) a completely different stage of life. Maybe it's because deep down, I don't know if I'm making that big of an adjustment. I'm living in the same area. Keeping the same job. Keeping the same boyfriend and hopefully friends. (which reminds me, I'm reading another Capote book and he's got a quote in there that I like for some reason- "Friendship is a pretty full-time occupation if you really are friendly with somebody. You can't have too many friends because then you're just not really friends." Even though the quote sounds like it came from the mouth of Zoolander, what with its roondaboot syntax, I still like it.)

I became more emotional about the fact that my sister is moving home from Ohio for her remaining 2 years of college than I did knowing I'm done with high school in less than a week.

Or maybe it's because im not graduating from HHCA. I don't think that's it really, because I'm not sad about that. While in all honesty, it would appear to the untrained eye that I am attempting to live in both worlds- listening to Kristin and Matt and Vicki tell their stories of Hilton Head... Experiencing that life vicariously, glued to my telephone...I'd be lying if I said I wasn't thoroughly enjoying life here and not wishing it to change it for the world.

I guess that about wraps it up for now. I didn't really come to any Earth shattering conclusions this week except that Capote is only a great movie if you've read the book first. Not that that's that Earth shattering either. I just used 3 that's in a row.

Mother's Day begins in 3 minutes, and in a few hours I've got to get up early and try my hand at a recipe I saw this morning on the Food Network. I owe my mom. By the way, the Food Network rocks my socks off. And tomorrow maybe I'll go to the rugby game and rejoice in the fact that a) I have a mother who loves me dearly and b) This year I don't have to participate in the annual Mother's Day piano recital that has taken place every year on Hilton Head for as long as I can remember.

The Zoo

Today Caroline and I (with special guest
Carin) went to the zoo to take a gander at the
new elephant exibit they had going on there. Highly exciting, becuase Carin hasn't been to the zoo since she was practically a fetus, and Caroline learned (after an eyebrow scrunch and a good hard look at me, the animal, me, the animal) that I could be trusted and the aardvark is truly an animal that exists on our planet.

Caroline really showed off many different facets of her personailty today. The first was her compassionate side. She thanked the tiger on the carousel and promised to see him again soon. She also soothingly whispered things for 10 minutesto the bear that adorned the wall of the zoo's financial benefactors .

However, by the end of a hard afternoon of riding on my shoulders, she got a little crabby, and her true nature was unleashed. Not unlike the tigers we saw, she massacred all of her hot dog (and most of mine) with more vigor than I'd ever seen out of her. This is the face of a savage.

When she demanded animal crackers and all I had were Jungle crackers on me, I thought we might have a revolt on our hands.

Luckily she didn't taste the difference.

I think my blog might explode if I put more pictures on, so I guess the rest will be on my xanga or flickr. Well, I'll go get a flickr. Then they'll be on there.

I'm very excited about the upcoming weeks. I'll I've got left to do for the rest of the school year is AP Psych test... and then I'm done. Better yet, Micah's done too. Hurrah for slacking off.

The End is Near...

I'm going to be completely honest right now. For the longest time, I wasn't ready to leave Xanga. I didn't think that my ego could handle it. I mean, some posts I'd get upwards of 20 comments. (Rarely, but hey, it happened.) I'm going to ease into this Blogger thing. (I kind of have to, really. It is the most scholarly of all of these kinds of websites. The hierarchy goes Myspace, Xanga, Blogspot. Finally, at age 17, I think I might be mature enough for Blogspot. We'll see.)Anyway, my dad and I got playing with the camera this weekend and I ended up taking a few pretty sweet pictures, if I do say so myself.