good times

I don't know if my blog works at the moment. If not, this should still be syndicated on facebook, and I still have a record of everything. Personal uses and whatnot. 'Cos who in this day and age keeps a pen and paper journal anymore?

I can feel things winding down. Even though they haven't really reached their peak for this year yet, the curtains are slowly beginning to lower, and something new is coming.

I have no doubts about passing this year. I know with my mediocre performance the past few years, all I really need to do is show up, and I'm gold. After that, who knows? Maybe I'll be in Japan. Maybe I'll be working at Taco Bell. Things change so quickly.

This is really early to be making this kind of post, but it's on my mind right now. I've had some damned good times in college, and very few of them are the traditional "party 'till you puke" college memories. Cleaning Manhaw's couch. Long walks at 3 a.m. down the Rail Trail. The smokers. Random chaos. Making fun of idiotic drunk people. That'll all be behind me in less than a year. I relish change; I'm always looking for the new experience hidden in the mundane, or not-so-mundane. We'll see how much change I get.

Also, I now apparently look like a man, and though I still have some (albeit scant) hair on my head, according to other people (who have hair), I've shaved it. Good to know. I apparently feel more sympathy with the male genatalia anyway.