The “boba” I’m eating is green.
I feel like I’m drinking some mutant/alien form of tapioca because of it’s vibrant color.
ALIENNNNNN. 

Also, I find it weird how people call it boba. People in Texas always refer to it as tapioca; and for the life of me, I cannot seem to be able to pronounce boba when it’s really obvious how to say it but my mind just likes to over-complicate it.

So I’m streaming Brook’s Class of 2012 graduation online and the expression of some of the students claiming their diploma case holder (not sure what the official name is) are making me crack up. A lot of them are like: “I AM SO DONE WITH THIS SCHOOL,” “I’M SO GLAD I DON’T HAVE TO COME BACK HERE AGAIN,” “FINALLY I’M OUT OF THIS HELLHOLE.” And then the other majority of students are smiling of course.

Holy crap.

I just realized that a lot of my friends are gonna be/already are 20/21 this year.

Holy crap.

HOLY CRAP MAN.

WE’RE NO LONGER TEENAGERS.

ALL OF MY FRIENDS ARE GETTING OLD.

I DON’T THINK I’M READY FOR THIS REALITY.