Today was exactly the kind of day I needed. It started out walking home in the rain around 8 a. m. I packed a bowl, but then fell asleep without its help so I drifted off to sleep for a few hours until I woke up just in time for my 11 o'clock class. That was pretty easy, and afterwards I came home and have pretty much remained here all day working on Organic Chemistry lab work. It doesn't really bother me, but I've never been as uninterested in anything as organic chemistry...well...perhaps history. I am not a history buff. I do not care who did what or when it happened...I just know it happened and things are what they are. I do understand that in order to proceed you must know where you originated, but to drill the facts in students' heads is just pretty ridiculous. Same as organic chemistry. I can synthesize the materials in the lab (or at least attempt to) and do all of the calculations, yet I cannot pass a test in Organic II. I dropped it this semester and am re-taking it at Auburn the second half of the summer, and then I will get my degree in August. I'm still supposed to walk here in May, but I would feel like a cheater if I did that. I'm ready to leave here right after my finals anyways. I'm so scared about leaving everyone and all of the relationships I've built with people here over the past three years...I'm not sure I know what to do except to run. I wonder who I'll still talk to all of the time, and what it's going to be like when we do not really know the same people. I suppose people just talk about the old times. The wild times. The times when we could go out all night feeling like adults because we're the oldest people in this college town. Filthy mouthed, brewery-smelling, hippies with beards and rolled up sleeves and jean legs. I'm going to miss this. I cut my hair and beard off in an attempt to look more respectable, but it only made me feel like I was cheapening myself. Sure...I will dress up for interviews and do what is necessary to get a good job, but it's not so necessary to be Mr. Metro or whatever everyone likes these days.
Three more days until we set sail to wherever wherever never ever land to act like fools for a week. Here's hoping for minimal police interference with the week long boozed-up, collar-popped, straight up whore that we call Spring Break.
You like music? I do too.
The New Pornographers - Myriad Harbor
Jonquil - Whistle Low
Sweetheart. Sweet body parts.
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