Six more days until graduation. I've been told to try on my gown, but I haven't yet. Got lots of thoughts going on in my head, and I'm not sure what to do with them. This laptop likes to randomly decide when it wants to jump from current cursor point to middle of last sentence and it's making me mad as hell. I'm supposed to be getting a new car; maybe I should start looking. Have registered, but not paid, for freshman orientation. Seventy-five right there. I have no idea why the cursor jumps to the middle of the last sentence I just wrote. Oh well. I have to leave for work within the next five minutes, but I really don't feel like it. Might be getting a job at the casino arcade, 8.75$ an hour. Excited about that; guilty for leaving Ms. Kim. Conversations don't work out the way you'd like them to, but that plays into lack of proper communication, even when you're staring them right in the face. Oh well. Also I am not ready for this.