Well, I went to the last party of my scholastic life on Tuesday night.
Then I woke up and cleaned out the rest of my apartment with
Bob and finalised all my packing requirements.
I'm now sitting in my parent's basement after catching the 9:15 bus back from K-town.

I walked around the deserted student area one last time about an hour before dusk and became
overwhelmed by the entire flood of memories that one smal 10 block by 10 block neighbourhood
can contain and felt regret over some of my more recent actions.

I need some serious karma re-adjustment - - - does anyone want to join the Peace Corps with me?

When I wake up this morning I'll begin looking for a job.

Crap.

Then I have to cut my hair.

Crap Crap Crap

Then I have to wait in the hopes that someone accepts my apology

Shit

being an adult means accepting responsibility for your own stupidity

blargh

ajc

It only takes one night for a person to make a stupid decision and hurt someone that they care about.

I am a fucking idiot.

I am retarded.

I'm not That Guy. I really try not to be That Guy, but then I become an idiot.


blargh!

ajc

. . . . . . . . . . then you spend an hour watching Springer and realize that there are a million
people more fucked up than yourself and you feel good about where you're headed in life.

Jer-ry! Jer-ry! Jer-ry! Jer-ry! Jer-ry! Jer-ry!

take care of yourself and others

blargh

ajc

Oh look, you've earned your wings. Are you an angel now? Or a vulture,
constantly hovering over waiting for the big mistake?

- The last thing I was thinking as I walked away from my last exam ever

I have letters behind my name and five years of memories to go with them.
The only real regrets I have are moot. In hindsight I would only change things to make
a fun time even more fun.
My parents came and helped me move out of the apartment yesterday after I said goodbye to
Patti for what may be the last time. I miss the lifestyle already.

I woke up today alone in my own bed and immediately began to try to make my Home into
my home. I put a whole bunch of my cds into my parent's stereo and filled the house with
comfortable music, but it doesn't really mask the fact that none of my friends live within walking
distance, I'm flat broke, and I can't enjoy the life I once had.

aaarrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! I am not going to be sad! I promised myself that I was going to be sad in May.

I'm heading back to Kingston tommorrow to do the final cleanup of the apartment with Bob (we've
dubbed it Arageddon Tuesday - it'll be Ragnarock and Roll) If you've ever been in our apartment
you could of immediately discerned our level of apathy about either our scholastic pursuits or
our utter lack of respect for our physical bodies . . . mmmmmm take out for two months!
After this day long epic, I will be off to the last party that I will ever attend as a student. It's
at a freind's place where they've already moved out, so we're all a gonna party down in an
empty house. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Wednesday I'll walk the ghetto one last time and remember far too many good times and
good people, do some final errands, say some goodbyes and see-ya-laters, then leave before
my glasses attain a permanent rose-coloured tint.

I hate to quote song lyrics generally (long story there) but I've been singin' this song to myself
since Saturday. It's called "Don't Be Sad" by Whiskeytown . . . . GO GET IT RIGHT NOW
it's a brillant song.


seen a lot of things that we didn't wanna see
but i'm glad we did
i know a lot of times we fell out of line,
but we fell back in
i think we lost the keys to the kingdom,
before we'd seen them

don't be sad

took a lot time for us to find the words we mean
spent a lot time for our dime runnin nickle beat
i think we lost the keys to the kingdom,
before we'd seen them
don't be sad

cos we dont hafta live this way forever
it's hard to compromise the things we have

don't be sad
don't be sad
talk to one to have faith
money can not erase
be sad



blargh

ajc