Requiem for a dream

Before I begin my blog post, let me offer a huge apology for my lengthy absence. My (metaphorical) fighter jet crashed (metaphorically) in the middle of the (metaphorical) Pacific Ocean. I managed to make it to an uninhabited island (metaphorically) and then proceeded to subsist entirely on (metaphorical) nuts and berries until I was rescued (metaphorically) by a (less metaphorical) hawk, who came to me with cries of "UPDATE THE BLOG, WOMAN".
So, Quail has stopped wallowing in end-of-school lethargy and is now functioning a little better.

I wanted to write this post before we shipped ourselves off to Japan, so here I am writing this 20 minutes before I'm supposed to carpool to the airport. Procrastination is the story of my life...

High school...I'm not sure what I think about it at the moment. There's a haze of disbelief around the whole graduating shebang, so much so that every day just feels like a weekend, rather than A) a day of summer vacation gone by and B) a day of pre-college summer gone by. At this point, it still feels like I'll be showing up to school Monday in a sleepy daze complaining about whatever homework there is to complain about.

The past 4 years certainly did pass by like a warm summer's day. It's been fun, it's been happy, and I've learned to think (I think). It most definitely hasn't been a "High School Musical", although it was high school, and I did burst into song in the middle of school with several of my cohorts.

The things I remember most about the past 4 years would be all the stuff I didn't do at school, like rolling down hills, going to Ikea, loitering in front of the local drug store playing cards, and all manner of stuff that belongs on clichéd lists of lazy summer activities. In retrospect, most of the things we did sound so charming and picturesque, like things that would come out of a sugary sweet, cavity inducing movie or book, though they really were anything but. "Hanging out at the drugstore" doesn't even begin to touch on the weirdness, banter, chocolate, and punching that came with it. (Though "VEGGIES AND CREAM" and "YEEEEUH BOIIIIII" somehow do)

And now the waking dream (or nightmare) that was high school is now over, and the future dreams of college are about to begin in a big way.

Y'all had better prepeare, we're taking the world by storm!






(Addendum: My apologies, I didn't get to finish this post before carting off on the airplane and heading to Japan, so this post is now a week late. Rest assured the main body of it was written before the airplane landed.)

Expect more Japan posts!