The End.
So apparently, at some point this past weekend, I graduated from college. It all passed by very quietly, with little fanfare. I suppose that could be due to my decisive and deliberate avoidance of the whole "walkin' with a cheesy robe and cap" nonsense. With such announcements come the inevitable questions like, "how do you feel?"
Well, scared. Scared...fucking...shitless.
For once, I have absolutely no clue what's next. Other than I slide on home, play some Xbox, and hope for the best in life. This is really, really frightening. I'm in the same place I was 5 and a half years ago when I came here...scared, alone, and unsure of anything. Eesh.
In any case...I have to pack. Lots of shit. But for now, I'm going to Perkin's with Jake. I need some Perkin's before I leave Houghton.
Well, scared. Scared...fucking...shitless.
For once, I have absolutely no clue what's next. Other than I slide on home, play some Xbox, and hope for the best in life. This is really, really frightening. I'm in the same place I was 5 and a half years ago when I came here...scared, alone, and unsure of anything. Eesh.
In any case...I have to pack. Lots of shit. But for now, I'm going to Perkin's with Jake. I need some Perkin's before I leave Houghton.