Run away with me to a better place

So in the last week or so...
my grandpa passed away. I decided not to do summer musical or go on the mission trip. Was given an opportunity for a record deal, but shot down because I was "too fat and ugly for any hope of surviving in the music industry." And found out that one of my best friends, who I was really looking forward to hanging out with all next year, and (I guess its safe to say this here) is one of the main reasons I decided to stay in Evansville for college, is moving to Atlanta at the end of the summer.

On the plus side, though. I'm finding out about a lot of opportunities that keep opening up to me now that I don't have summer musical, and making plans with a lot of friends that I wouldn't normally get to hang out with, and won't see after this summer... at least not for a long time.
And I've lost thirty pounds in two months.
I really wanted to lose 50 by graduation, but seeing as that's two weeks away, I don't think its going to happen.

I'm kind of afraid of graduation. Well, not so much that, more of what comes after that. Now that none of us are forced to be friends anymore... we don't have the excuse of "I better keep up so things aren't awkward next year." and no one has to be nice to anyone...
what's going to happen to us?

I guess its the true test of friendship and loyalty.
I hope I pass.


And I really hope he doesn't move to Atlanta. I'll never see him again if he does.

I need to get my head together. Maybe I'll do that later. Along with a 10 page research paper and a 20 page lab report... both due Friday.

Curse you, senioritis.