Gee whiz...

I went to my school's graduation ceremony this morning. I knew a lot of people that were graduating and I thought it would be nice to see them off and say goodbye/take pictures with them. I'm going to miss them. And I'm surprised that I haven't really cried that much at all. But probably because I keep shoving my emotions down and saying, "It's not like it's going to be forever, gee whiz."

I'm keeping positive. And it helps that some of the graduates are staying around town for a little bit this summer. I can still hang out with them, even though they won't be in my classes next semester.

I do not even want to think about what a wreck I will be when I graduate in a couple of years. Basket-case. That's all I have to say.

~Currently humming in my head
Oh, Happiness by David Crowder Band

Funny that...

I remember a time when I didn't cry during movies. Seriously, I never shed a tear. I could watch the saddest movie on the planet and come out unscathed.

I don't know what happened. But somewhere in my middle teen years I became a movie crier. This amuses my sister greatly, who thinks it's humorous when I have tears streaking down my face at the end of a movie.

If I see anyone on screen crying, I start to cry. The good thing is that my face is fairly forgiving and I don't look like a major freak right after crying...it clears up pretty fast.

But still, I always cry during sad movies.

So, what brought this up? I just peeked upstairs to see what the rest of the family was doing and they were watching the end of Finding Neverland. Of course I stayed. Of course I started crying as soon as Freddie Highmore shed a couple of tears. Duh.

Oh well...but now I must be on to write some more of that paper.