Hey, Hungary!
I haven't written in ages, so I figured you probably deserved at least something before you positively died from lack of vitamin me. But in all seriousness, I've been really missing you these last few weeks. I know I'm not technically supposed to bring that up, but it's true. People will be casually talking about things completely irrelevant to you but all I can think is "if Hungary were here, she'd say this hilarious thing I must now interject." And then just today my pals and I were planning a photoshoot but then ditched because their families had different ideas of fun things to do on memorial day weekend, which I totally understand. But all I could do was remember that autumn you'd spent raking all the maple leaves together and made me come out and take cool pics of you frolicking. I thought, "Boy, she would do it with me!" But no. Because you have to be living it up five thousand miles away. Pffft who said that was OK? Not I. Not I.
In other less depressing news, I finally ditched that strange world of melodrama and clichés for the more sophisticated college world. Yes, that's right. I am now officially a graduated human. *The crowd goes wild* yes, thank you, thank you. I know; I'm pretty much amazing for surviving the easiest, most fundamental years of societal debut. Quite an accomplishment.
But it's okay because yearbook day was actually pretty fun. I'm pretty sure I got low key proposed to. Except I sorta also proposed to him, so I suppose it's mutual. I'm a heartthrob, it's fine. ( OK so in all honesty, we were both kidding but it's a very dashing note so, hey, it's sticking. We're eloping as soon as he graduates next year, "if convenient" his words not mine.)
Besides my joking courtship, there is one boy with whom I am just a touch desperately in love who signed my yearbook, a fact in and of its self I am immeasurably proud of. I don't know if I've told you about him, but we did go on a date to Vocal Point once. His name is J[oshua] Corey and he is a devout yet completely adorable nerd, who wears a Star Wars mellenial falcon shirt every Friday because he and his squad have established it Falcon Shirt Friday. But this is to be understood when I tell you he was in my AP Latin class this year. He has the most darling smile, and he looks just five years old and inexplicably blissful when he grins ear to ear and laughs at some of the awful puns I love to crack so much. It's actually really bad for my health. For instance, one day I dragged the whole squad to someone's mission call opening just because he'd be there and I wanted to see him. Pathetic, I know. Anyway, the point is apparently all my incredibly clumsy flirting attempts paid off because HE WROTE IN MY YEARBOOK. Yes, I do know you're already aware of the fact, but still! Ten points to Hufflepuff! Also probably to Ravenclaw too because I think that's where he'd fit in. He even thanked me "for the great experiences" this year, said he "loved" having class with me, was glad he could go out with me, confessed that he thinks I'm "amazing", and the show stopper that he "loves [my] poetry!" COULD IT GET ANY BETTER THAN THAT?! Because I submit that it cannot. Clearly he wants to marry me. Except he shall most probably have to get in line. Oops.
But it's okay because yearbook day was actually pretty fun. I'm pretty sure I got low key proposed to. Except I sorta also proposed to him, so I suppose it's mutual. I'm a heartthrob, it's fine. ( OK so in all honesty, we were both kidding but it's a very dashing note so, hey, it's sticking. We're eloping as soon as he graduates next year, "if convenient" his words not mine.)
Besides my joking courtship, there is one boy with whom I am just a touch desperately in love who signed my yearbook, a fact in and of its self I am immeasurably proud of. I don't know if I've told you about him, but we did go on a date to Vocal Point once. His name is J[oshua] Corey and he is a devout yet completely adorable nerd, who wears a Star Wars mellenial falcon shirt every Friday because he and his squad have established it Falcon Shirt Friday. But this is to be understood when I tell you he was in my AP Latin class this year. He has the most darling smile, and he looks just five years old and inexplicably blissful when he grins ear to ear and laughs at some of the awful puns I love to crack so much. It's actually really bad for my health. For instance, one day I dragged the whole squad to someone's mission call opening just because he'd be there and I wanted to see him. Pathetic, I know. Anyway, the point is apparently all my incredibly clumsy flirting attempts paid off because HE WROTE IN MY YEARBOOK. Yes, I do know you're already aware of the fact, but still! Ten points to Hufflepuff! Also probably to Ravenclaw too because I think that's where he'd fit in. He even thanked me "for the great experiences" this year, said he "loved" having class with me, was glad he could go out with me, confessed that he thinks I'm "amazing", and the show stopper that he "loves [my] poetry!" COULD IT GET ANY BETTER THAN THAT?! Because I submit that it cannot. Clearly he wants to marry me. Except he shall most probably have to get in line. Oops.
Well, now I suppose you're a little more caught up on all the small town America goings on. I'll keep you posted on the whole boy ordeal, but let's just say graduation looks good on me.
That's all for now. I'll talk to you soon!
That's all for now. I'll talk to you soon!
Love America
