I have no voice right now.

Let's just say that I feel.

Listen. . .don't tell anybody, but I am an adult now!

(One thing I learned in college is to put spaces between periods to create an ellipsis.)

I graduated!!!  And I am on my own, completely and utterly. . .

Just kidding--I am still friends with you guys even though I have a BA. . .at least you other people who have degrees too.

(If you earned your BA but haven't paid for it yet, so you don't have your diploma, we'll have to work out something--not a full friendship, but we can still hang out.)

It's odd how leaving something that was comfortable but relatively unfulfilling is surprisingly painless.  I didn't get choked up at all on the walk from Reardon to the Wellness Center that is designed to inspire tears over what I am leaving behind.  Am I just unsentimental?  Or have I simply reached a place where I am just done with the bullshit?  Because if so, it's been a long time coming.

I am leaving for my romantic Smokey Mountain getaway tomorrow.  Call me if you want me to buy you a damn throwing axe or anything.  What was the name of that giant knife that we made up the whole murder mystery thing about in the hot tub (in the bubbly---sing it drubear). . .the total domination? or something?  Anyway, I won't get you one of those. 

I have nothing about which to worry.

I almost dangled the preposition "about" in that last sentence, and that worried me.

I worry about money, especially to people in far more precarious situations than I, and that makes me annoying.

I have a badass new apartment into which I will be moving soon with my badass new roommate, but that place has its own baggage as well.

Cliff comes home in a week and a half, in a week and a half, Cliff comes home. (repeat). Robe's songs are pretty sweet.  Especially when they are about Cliff.  And Randy sent his countdown on his phone.  My friends are creepy. (yes, you guys)

Robe and I went to Virginia Tech and it was heavy.  It was personal.  Pain is evident all around me, and I feel paralyzed to help.

Also on that trip, I heard Robe scream in a public restroom.  Apparently he had to pee.  And we saw a Chinese restaurant named Double Dragon.  And we had great conversations.  And told lots of jokes. 

I had lunch with Cliff's parents today.  Without Cliff.  And I wasn't very awkward!  They are nice and make good food.

Is fuckin sweet or fuckin stupid that I skipped class when I only have two weeks left?  Discuss.