Life In Remembrance

It's funny the things a girl remembers. Or, is it just the things I remember? What sparked this thought was the quote I made in a previous post, a friend saying, "You're too pretty for your own good." That is a comment I don't think I'll ever forget. It meant something to me, and I'll keep that with me. There's more, silly compliments like that. Say, when a male friend of mine told me he liked the stuff, the blue stuff on my eyes. I told him that's called eyeshadow, he said, "Yeah, that stuff. Well, it looks nice." It's nice that I remember things like that. It's enough to make you smile when you've had a bad day. Anyway, enough of that crap. I remember things like a friend's shoe size, too.
Well then. It's the last day of year 12 tomorrow. Which is exciting. That means next year I am year 13. That means senior privilages, like no uniform. Which is great, and I'm looking forward to it, after a good long break. But, it's seeming a bit overshadowed. I have so many friends who are now leaving highschool for good. Going to university, or working. Compared to that, year 13 doesn't seem so exciting. Sadly friends being year 13 and them leaving means me not seeing said friends so much. Particularly MM, as he is a part of my close group. I'll miss having him around at lunchtimes. I'll miss him in general. But there's always MSN. The good old internet. In this day and age, distance barely counts for anything. It's (almost) as easy to chat with friends back home in England, and it is to chat to friends just down the road here in NZ. I feel like I'm crapping on a bit now. This is not productive.

-note, the title is nice and relevant, as it was just remembrance day in England. :)