it's been great, trust me.

we've had our ups and downs, time-in-this-town. i've had the highest of (natural) highs and some of the lowest of lows i've ever fallen into.

the lack of boxes has forced me to use the impossible amount of plastic bags i've accumulated under my desk for the past year. it hit me while i was putting random non-perishable food items in the same albertson's bag as my jewelry box. my dad and i were walking back into my building to get more of my stuff when i told him, "i am so American." he agreed, laughing.

all that remains is to hurriedly vacuum my entire room and clean the whole bathroom, frantically finish my costume tech stuff in time to meet him again at around noon, pack some more stuff, finish cleaning, check out, and wait for my mother to show up so i can load my bikes before we drive over to my dad's for the two boxes and the other things.

here's another sign of being a product of this age: Glee. at the moment, i can't stop listening to the Journey medley they did. it's so damn good, though, and it's becoming my mental and memorial goodbye theme to this first year here at school. (and it's also got me listening to the original songs, which ain't bad at all, steve.)

i found out a lot about myself--my limits, my weaknesses, the times that i do shine through--and about other people--their limits, their similarities, their differences, their individuality and their ability to pull together as a working collective when times called for strength in numbers. overall, i've been mean to myself and others have been incredibly nice to me, which says quite a bit about my self image at this point.

i say it again: last year was the year of changes, and this, so far, has proved to be the year of changes to come. as redundant as that sounds, to me it means that last year set the milestones down, pivotal moments in time, people and events to be remembered but never, fully, relived. this year thus far has showed me the gradual, continuous changes, the changes i need to initiate, and the changes that are possibly being foreshadowed. staccato versus legato. sex versus love. events versus memories, moments versus time.

i am full, once again. i probably won't cry again until...damn.

to those who have moved on from this place and your time here, i wish you all the best; and to those whose company i will enjoy for the next year or two, i look forward to it more than you know.

and now, for the first of the last in-betweens: let's get outside.

it goes on...

-d