Well a parent named lee...

I can't wait so...this post (stolen from tumblr) should help explain Jori feels...a little

Hey Jade, remember that time...

Remember the time you applauded your girlfriend for doing a great Bird Scene?

Remember the time your girlfriend took the fall for you and was willing to do 2 weeks detention so you wouldn’t get n trouble?

Remember the time you went to your girlfriend’s house with a broken kite because you were upset and she didn’t get mad you got makeup on the pillow her late grandmother made?

Remember the time your girlfriend and you teamed up to stop a guy from posting stuff about you on the internet?

Remember the time your girlfriend felt up your face to see if you were sweating and you didn’t mind?

Remember the time you selflessly tried to stop your girlfriend from getting in trouble with Melinda Murray?

Remember the time you lent your girlfriend the dress you were wearing so she could preform?

Remember the time your girlfriend and you got back at two mean girls at a Karaoke joint and you held her hands on stage?

Remember the time your girlfriend helped you get your boobs inside a giant burger?

Remember the time your girlfriend found the money to put produce your play and you gave her a huge hug after it?

Remember the time your girlfriend and you smashed up a car together then pushed a man home in a wheelbarrow while singing in spanish?

Remember the time your girlfriend offered to stuff your belly button with Raisin Bran?

Remember the time you warned your girlfriend about that Ryder guy?

Remember the time you warned your girlfriend about what blackballing in Hollywood was?

Remember the time your girlfriend slid down the side of a fridge and you were really concerned for her?

Remember the time you offered to take your girlfriend’s dress off?

Remember the time your girlfriend licked your drink and you still drank it?

Remember the time your girlfriend brought you on holidays?

Remember the time your girlfriend gestured at you and then jumped on your back as you both sang?

Remember the time your girlfriend and you were married and had a synthetically red headed baby?

Remember the time your girlfriend dressed up and acted like you?

Remember the time your girlfriend felt you up then you preformed a Christmas song with her?

Remember the time your girlfriend and you drove to San Diego?

Remember the time your girlfriend and you went on a date to Nozu and she was mad at two guys hitting on you both when you both wanted to hang out alone?

Remember the time your girlfriend and you had a tickle fight?

Remember the time you tried to drive your girlfriend to school when she had no ride?
Remember the time your girlfriend rejected a boy and came straight to see you?

Remember the time your girlfriend was so touched you let her sing instead of you she gave you a monster hug?

Remember the time(s) your girlfriend blatantly stared at your boobs?

No?

Remember the time your ‘not friend’ did all this?
Jori lives on

Oh Hell Sandwich...

Gah...FEELS FEELS...I AM EXPERIENCING MAJOR FEELS.

In case you are not aware, I ship Jori.

Which are the characters Jade and Tori from Victorious.

Yeah yeah, that story can wait for another time.

The point is AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY CAN'T THIS SHOW BE ON TEEN NICK SO DAN CAN STOP TROLLING US.

They are so perfect. Jori is so perfect. Just...FEELS.

So uh...yeah, put on a pair of slash goggles and watch the show, you'll see what I mean.

Reflections

The last day of school was a few days ago. I would have made this post then, but at the time I didn't realize what was happening.

You see, for the past three years I've been in this gifted program that has allowed me to attend middle school at a high school. (Think ANT Farm, only logical and not extremely stereotyped and stupid *can you tell I hate ANT Farm?*)

Anyways, I've basically stuck with these 40 or so people for the past three years.

Not only that, I've had most of my classes with them, ate lunch with them, shared teachers, has social events organized by the program...etc.

Essentially, I know these people. Really well.

Not to mention the teachers have always been there and know how to handle gifted students.

All this time I hadn't really thought much about next year. I mean, I'd been doing high school for three years now, what's the big deal?

For the first time it occurs to me, it might be different.

Some of the kids I've grown to know, are going back to their district.

There is no guaranty I'll even see some of my friends. No sealed deal that I'll have time to say hello to my old teachers.

I hadn't even stopped to consider the idea on the last day.

Then there is the bus.

I had become used to it. I grew to love how my bus driver never turned on the indoor lights. I enjoyed riding with my friends, making stupid conversation and playing Jello.
For the past three years, the only reason I was getting bus service was because I was in the program.

I won't be riding.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'll miss it.

I never even knew I would.