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

Across the sea can mean a number of things.

Yet again I’m traveling through one of those anxious bouts where I have to shake up everything I’m doing because I feel I’m doing too much of one thing—currently it’s watching the same old vlogs and listening to the same old conversations again—and then I found this

“There’s a girl across the sea, and although I’m happy being loved it never feels like love to me.” Though this is probably supposed to be a love song, my mind drifted back to an uncomfortable scene—first day of freshmen year, with no friends, trying to talk with a girl I used to know and her click of friends.

People don’t have to be physically far away to be across a sea.

Hell, my entire memory of the first few months of middle school’s essentially standing in a sea of people and not a single person to talk to.

How odd that the human psyche can find some comfort in awkward past situations. I guess it shows how much you’ve grown and how much better your life is now.

I guess I’ve changed some, but it hasn’t been much, I don’t think. Just some more self-confidence and better social skills. And friends. Friends are an important thing to note.

Thank you, Alex Day. *wink*

I’d suggest checkin’ him out on YouTube if you haven’t—he’s under Nerimon. :D

With love,
Nikola Strange
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