someone playing on an organ playing...na-na-nah-na

mmm, so yeah, where were we…? …yes, convocation, graduation, whichever…so yes, in addition from being a very hard word to spell convocation is a very long an exhausting course of action, never mind the countless hours and minutes, years it took to get to this horrible day, the process in it self is ridiculously tedious…and frankly a colossal misuse of time, there you go, it is NOT one of those moments that you will regret missing in life….no, no, nobody on their death bed will ever think, oh i am so distraught because i did not attend my convocation, buhu, final breath….DEATH....so why oh why did i go??? for the same reason you people ultimately will or have gone, ignorance…..yes, i knew it was going to be dull, so i brought a book…..ummm, so they make you leave all your things back at the gym, the worst…i kept my music thought, there was no way the grumpy lady with the capes and shall thingy’s was taking it so i stuff it inside my dress, it looked like i had a third breast, but OH WELL….THEN they make you line up….alphabetically and numerically, say hello to 237, freeking fantastic i wanted to claim a name change to aaron that second, fyi, i am not remotely friendly with anyone in the H section of the alphabet, eriksen was no where in sight, great going, so there we where, marching into the terribly hot sweltering dome, in nice rows, in my culture we don’t do lines or rows or organization for that matter, we leave that up to the germans, very uncomfortable for me you see, very out of my element, so there i was, dressed like a jester, tracy chapman telling me stories, stuck between the g’s and h’s , and there where bagpipes, god knows why, i have no idea what tune they where playing, but it sounded like someone was dragging a fog horn through places a fog horn should not be dragged, the speech capitalism yay, go, children, go, spread the word….and preferably charge people for the service….. every minute bringing us that much closer to death, speech done, get up go stand in another line, at this point there was no redeeming factor left, so i pretty much walked up to the e’s and stood around and talked to liv for the next hour, a, b, c, d, e…..lady checks my card, i get THE look and get sent back to h, bla, bla, bla, finally it is over and so here i am elizabeth haugen, with fabulousness…… there's no sense in being a fool about it people, it was dull, dull dull, lots of hand shaking… squeezy hand shakes...those crusher hand shakes... the big handshake kind...the compensation handshake... and there's a moral to this story...or at least there was suppose to be a moral...but since i'm dislexic...it was, in fact a marble…so yeah on that note, and dave is here now , later dudes

(oh and this was liz, just incase you did not know)