mawkish; already.

a transition phase already.

tomorrow, i have my last two finals of the quarter. i leave for home early saturday morning.
and for some reason, i feel like i'm saying goodbye already.

hey ya.

i know that i'll be back. i'll be back to the same room, the same bed, the same sheets, the same homemade album art by katie sticky-tac'd to my wall, the same Shins. the same theatre department. the same faces. possibly a few new ones mixed in here and there.

hey ya.

i don't know if enough has happened in the past eleven weeks to constitute a bittersweet feeling towards waving farewell to this "academic" session. but i feel like waving, anyway. i'm waving goodbye to a person i thought i was when i came here. i'm leaving a lot of naïveté behind. i'll return a little wiser, and still a clean slate for events to be written on.

hey ya.

nothing is forever, and i looked at you today and knew that in the fullest. god i'll miss the times we did have, i can only hope that things get better between us. but i'm leaving unconcerned, and that's probably the best thing to feel at this point. i look forward to the next few years of a good friendship, because for once, it's all i want from you, and nothing more.

hey ya. alright.

i've never been so sentimental about leaving fall behind, because nothing significant has ever really happened when the leaves fall. it's warmer back home, so i'll be looking forward to that. here's to hoping last year's disaster romancer doesn't return in the form of another. here's hoping i can make it through one winter without unrequitedness as a shaky crutch to lean on.

hey ya.

and here's to a good, albeit rough, start to my independent life. because i will get there eventually. here's to easymac. and here's to the song i've had on repeat (if you haven't guessed from my hokey repetitions), which is good, because the way it ends and begins again sounds like it never ends.

take it away, obadiah.

..........

my baby don't mess around
because she loves me so
and this i know for sure.
but does she really wanna,
but can't stand to see me
walk out the door?
don't try to fight the feeling
because the thought alone is killing me right now.
thank god for mom and dad
for sticking two together,
'cause we don't know how.

and, hey ya
hey ya
hey ya
hey ya

you think you've got it
oh, you think you've got it
but got it just don't get it
'til there's nothing at all.
we get together
oh, we get together
but separate's always better when there's feelings involved.
if what they say is "nothing is forever,"
then what makes, then what makes, then what makes,
then what makes love the exception?
so why-oh, why-oh
why-oh, why-oh, why-oh are we so in denial
when we know we're not happy here

and, hey ya
hey ya
hey ya
hey ya

hey ya
hey ya
hey ya
hey ya

alright now
alright now fellas
now what's cooler than being cool?
i can't hear you
i say what's cooler than being cool?
alright, alright, alright, alright
alright, alright, alright, alright
alright, alright, alright, alright
alright, alright,
okay now ladies
and we gonna break this thing down in just a few seconds here
now don't have me break it down for nothing
now i wanna see y'all on y'alls baddest behavior
lend me some sugar,
i am your neighbor

shake it, shake, shake it, shake it
shake it, shake it, shake, shake it,
shake it, shake, shake it, shake it
shake it, shake it, shake, shake it,
shake it like a polaroid picture
shake it, shake, shake it, shake it
shake it, shake it, shake, shake it,

and, hey ya
hey ya
hey ya
hey ya

oh no, hey ya
hey ya
hey ya
hey ya

hey ya...
hey ya.