I can officially say, as my friend Hannah put it, that I used to go to Harding. It’s a heady feeling.
Graduation went well, although my second middle name was butchered when called. I didn’t trip, I didn’t stumble, nothing of the sort. When I get my pictures back that my mother took, I may actually break my rule of not posting pictures of myself on the Internet and slip one in here somewhere… I don’t know.
I didn’t really get to hang out after graduation like I wanted to. My father had to go to work and we only drove a single car, so when he left, we all had to go. I spent my time running around trying to find someone to give her her purse back–all the goodbyes I got to say were en route. That kind of disappointed me. My U.S. History and Sociology teacher came just to see Michael and me graduate; a certain World History teacher with a scary reputation who is leaving after this year looked like he wanted to cry as he shook people’s hands. Dulin had the saddest look on his face…
After we left, I went home and changed clothes (pants, pants, must wear pants!) and headed right back out to eat at Rock Bottom with several of mes amis. Contrary to the name, the food there is delicious. I don’t know about the beers they tout, but their “Penne de Fresco” (or something containing the words Penne and Fresco, anyway) is superb. The lunch was a lot of fun; I got to see Hannah’s family, and, although I just know it’s a figment of my imagination, it seemed everyone was out to make me laugh ridiculously. They succeeded, of course; hell, I’m easy.
On a different note, I thought I might slip in a quick word about a group I found that I like, Conjure One. Their website is useless and annoying (it requires Flash, and thus scripting, which I turn off), but I find the music much more interesting. Actually, it’s just a single guy, formerly of the group Delerium (two of their CDs are also currently on my hard drive, although I haven’t listened to them). I’ve listened to the first five tracks of the self-titled CD Conjure One, and am in love. Despite what this reviewer states are overbearing vocals and cheesy lyrics, I find myself loving the songs I have listened to repeatedly for a week now. The reviewer isn’t wrong; the lyrics are quite corny, but I think the music and the quality of the vocals makes it sound better than the reviewer gives it credit for. Featured on the CD are Poe, Chemda, Sinead O’Connor, and Marie Claire D’Ubaldo, four exceptional singers. I would recommend a download of “Tidal Pool” and “Tears From the Moon”. For now, I’m in love. I suspect, however, that if I ever actually get sick of the CD, which is unlikely but possible, every single one of the flaws the reviewer pointed out will become glaringly obvious, and I won’t be able to ever listen to the damn thing again. Alas, such is the price of musical obsession, eh?