i can vividly remember looking at the glossy pages of my fifth grade yearbook where - amongst K.I.T's and H.A.G.S's - was the phrase Class of 2005 in big bold block black letters. it seemed so far away back in june of 1998 as i sat in the stiff plastic chair at my old creaky and completely unstable, wobbly wooden desk next to a kid with no left pinky and another who now smokes and unfathomable amount of marijuana. i couldn't wait for 2005, a year forever imprinted on my mind as it appeared on that shiny page with confetti and caps and tassels dancing around the border.
it's going to be a huge year - one i've been waiting for since the original saved by the bell class graduated when i was in the first grade and first understood the seemingly abstract concept of "graduation." i'm so happy i'll be ringing it in with rye and all other invites to the lux sisters' super swanky dont-you-wish-you-could-be-a-gossip-girl-too ball. (motto: "it's ladies night and all the girls drink for free.")
things are going to be so much better this year. i can literally feel it. the only thing that will stay the same is that i still have ridiculous expectations for myself.