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That's pretty bare, folks.
But I'm still pretty good at this taekwondo thing. Either I'm extraordinarily talented inherently, or everyone else is just really, really bad. Who knows?
Now, to the real point of this post - to immortalize everything I can possibly remember about yesterday before I forget. My memory has already degenerated overnight, so likely half of this didn't really happen the way I say it did. But who's to know?
My brother and I only had four witnesses - not five, like we were supposed to. Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa. The grandparents are those on my dad's side, by the way, because my mom's parents live in Hawaii.
I got hugged so many times yesterday. Pete, of course, after I ran and a million other times (before the ceremony, after the ceremony, etc). My grandpa, after we passed but before the ceremony, and my mom, later that night before we ate dinner. Kisses from my mom when she hugged me, and from Pete, sometime in one of those many times. If you're curious as to why the hell Pete is kissing me, I'm not really sure. He's special, and maybe I'm special too. And it was only on my head/hair anyways.
Pete is like my taekwondo dad in a lot of ways, I guess. He'd be a pretty cool dad, I think, except for times when he's in a crappy mood. Well, almost everyone would be a pretty cool _____, except for when they're in a crappy mood.
That's the beauty of knowing and seeing someone in only one place - all those cracks that everyone has are hidden beneath the surface, and, thus in a place you'll rarely see. Life would be more perfect if it was always like that.. but then it'd be so predictable and so boring, with everyone being so fun and perfect and awesome.
That would be terrible.
Note: I think I'm losing it. I'm not really sure how much of this is true, and how much I dreamt.
THAT FINE LINE IS BLURRING, PEOPLE.
Ashlyn @ 1:22 PM
