Now I got big.

Today's been a bit slow-pace: I remember waking up early and groggy, trying to get myself excited because today is my graduation.

Today's been a bit rusty: I remember putting on my dress and planning out methodically what I'd do next: Put on a cover jacket, take my coffee, put on my makeup.

Today's been strangely smooth: I remember getting to the ampitheater, bumping into friends, and talking with zest and enthusiam over who we'd miss, who we'll keep seeing, and who we're sad to say goodbye to. Above all, I remember hearing "I can't believe this is happening!"

I remember getting up to stage and cheering for every person I loved and admired.

Today's been a bit bumpy:I remember being nervewracked when I saw we were up next, and walking pumped as I got my diploma. I was stuck in the middle for a few seconds, but as the juniors would say, "#yolo".

I remember being happy at the sigt of a yellow batman shirt in the crowd.

Today's been lovely: I'll remember the cheers of my family and the enthusiastic mothers cheering the most.

And above all, I'll always remember the tassle.

It may sound like an odd closeure, but I'll always remember my first role model's tassle: my eldest sister.

I'll always remember her having it in her car, and that I always wanted one on my car when I got big.

Well, now I got big.
Today's been a day to remember.

With love
Nikola Strange

It feels nice uploading again

Hey!

Remember the thing I said I was gonna do, did, like, four videos for, and then never touched again?

Well, I'm back (God I suck at this)! :D

It genuinely feels great uploading a video again, even if it's the dead of night and I'm going a bit strange in the head again. Glad I did this. :3

Yeah, I'm totally posting for views, because I like my damn channel and wanted to do more things. Plus I wanna pat myself on the back for doing something I was supposed to be doing anyways! :D

With love
Nikola Strange! <3

After-School reflections

It’s two in the morning and Adele is my company.

The end of high school doesn't feel as eventful as movies would have you assume, and even there it isn't that glamorous. The music and end scene—the lessons learned and the friends made—is almost never impacted by the graduation. Even the speeches made and applauses echoing and the hats thrown don’t fill the void of the “what now?” question, and it isn't possible for me to answer it now.

Well. . . . .

My laptop died! A few days back, my baby refused to accept the charger anymore. I like to think she's just in comatose and can hear my weeping howls of pain.

This means I no longer have spellcheck, as I'm stuck using the blogger app on my phone and I no longer have a camera or editing software to make videos. fml.

Now I have to fill this personal diary in! My dear therapist readers,what have ya'll missed? My haircut? My last week of school? My grad night problem? My niece being born?!

Everything and nothing.

With the last day of my "high school career" sliding away as I clack on a touchscreen, I've got nothing left to do but ponder:

Children talk about their future families and plans, pass around their yearbooks and remember what it was like to be younger. We have everything in front of our lives and I wonder what it's gonna be like.

I still entertain the idea of turning into a space bandit or time traveler, silently (not-so-silently to my best friends).

My most realistic goals are renovating an abandoned mansion and/or working for Disney.

Yet "in reality", I'm just deeply afraid of doing nothing worth remembering with my life. Especially now: I am older than Andrew Garfield's Spiderman!

I don't know what's to come, I just don't want to be stuck like this: a kid dreaming about cool stuff they'll get done at some point. To quote the gargoils in Notre Dame, "No one wants to be cooped up here forever".

With Love
Nikola Strange
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Notes:
Today's Grad Night! :D
Hopefully, I'll have pics up on instagram. . . maybe.

I'd like to thank my wonderful teachers! Even if you think I didn't appreciate, ya'll were great!
I'd also like to thank mom, dad, and my sisters (best friends included, you goofballs). You've supported me through the mood swings, the idiotic tendencies, the mental breakdowns, the . . . .general nicky-ness! I owe you all a big pizza! :D

I'd also like to thank myself. Good for you, not giving up until the last semester. You go, woman-girl-lady!

The "Good Old Days" were beautiful.

We've all witnessed the series finale of The Office, correct?

Despite the fact I've never seen the show (this is when a ton of you turn away disgusted), I did relate heavily to an Andy Bernard gif that circulated around tumblr: "I wish there was a way to know you're in the good old days before you've actually left them."

About a year ago during my Junior year, my friend and I were waving to each other early in the morning before school, or late in the afternoon when school was done with. That average day was sort of shit, but when I looked at her, waving, on the tips of her toes, smiling over at me, I knew right there she was beautiful.