Cave Tourist Trap

I had graduation now. I am no officially a freshman.
Let High School Hell begin.
Friday is the last day of school and it's only two hours long.
Graduation was boring and hot. I was wearing stiletto heels and a black pinstripe suit with a bright blue shirt. The suit was lined. Wow. The ceremony was only an hour long, thank god. There was a slide show for thanking your parents and stuff for getting you through these last four years and I thanked my friends, family, and Cheeze. I got AWESOME new head phones(Koss *angelic choir*) and set of pearls. Along with $30 total from various family members.
Today was the field trip for seveys and us. We went to this tourist cave (I picked the whole thing apart the whole time. The sheer touristiness of it all disgusted me.) the park nearby for lunch (Called Living Memorial Park. It's for zombies mainly.) and then to the nature center to walk the trails there.
The park was nice. I sat under a tree (Evan named it Alexandrios) and listened to Fillip, my mp3 player. He's just a lowly RCA Lyra, but he's better than Nigel II, Taylor's Lyra. I listened to my newly transferred new CDs and watched some people play volleyball. Taylor sprained his wrist from something. I thought Evan had something to do with it, but I'm not sure. Ball, people chasing him, Evan there, Taylor on ground wincing and holding wrist; this is what I got.
Nature center was okay. We wandered around the exhibits inside for a bit, then a bunch of people, including Taylor, Evan, and I, went for a walk on the trails with Mr. B. It would have been really cool except for my leg. It was swollen and angry looking and it hurt when we were done.
It was all alright, except that it was just me hanging out with Taylor most of the time. Brady and Evan were hanging out with other people and Evan just totally acted like he would rather hang out with someone else the whole time. I told him "Fine, you can. I'm in a good mood and Taylor's my friend," and he got all sad looking and walked off anyway.
*Sigh*
Fillip is my friend, too. He comforts me. We had a lunchable named Alan Goathug until Mr. B ate it. Evan and I then chanted "His name is Alan Goathug," in true Project Mayhem style.
The new CD's I got:
Snow Patrol's Eyes Open
The Wolfmother CD (US version)
Dog's Die in Hot Cars's Please Discribe Yourself
Artic Monkeys's Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not
They're all pretty good, but I really like the Artic Monkeys.
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