Scomps!
Hey, all.
So, senior portfolio has eated me and thus I have not updated until now. It was a precaution, actually, avoiding livejournal and all sorts of temptations I might find.
And then I found Mafia Wars on Facebook and it was all downhill from there.
Still, senior portfolio is done, and I'm pretty much done.
We had our last fencing party last night and had a toast, everyone taking a turn to say something about everyone around the circle. I was last. There were tears. It's starting already.
Four years of my life. Not gone in a flash, necessarily, but paced as time is wont to flow. It is time to move on, and, goodness, I have enjoyed these years. My circle of friends has globbed into a giant, happy mess of people rather than scattered parties, and I've had to promise several people that I will come back and visit Knox next year, in addition to homes scattered about the midwest.
What can be said? There are so many stories I could bring up and laugh all over again, so many adventures, and the cuddle-piles, oh the cuddle-piles. I will always take it with me.
Here's to you, my friends. My love, my friendship, and whatever else (within reason, because I know the gang well enough to qualify that) I can give you. My life's been weird, dropping me into strange places and situations; I think we'll see each other again. Goodbye for now until we meet again.
So, senior portfolio has eated me and thus I have not updated until now. It was a precaution, actually, avoiding livejournal and all sorts of temptations I might find.
And then I found Mafia Wars on Facebook and it was all downhill from there.
Still, senior portfolio is done, and I'm pretty much done.
We had our last fencing party last night and had a toast, everyone taking a turn to say something about everyone around the circle. I was last. There were tears. It's starting already.
Four years of my life. Not gone in a flash, necessarily, but paced as time is wont to flow. It is time to move on, and, goodness, I have enjoyed these years. My circle of friends has globbed into a giant, happy mess of people rather than scattered parties, and I've had to promise several people that I will come back and visit Knox next year, in addition to homes scattered about the midwest.
What can be said? There are so many stories I could bring up and laugh all over again, so many adventures, and the cuddle-piles, oh the cuddle-piles. I will always take it with me.
Here's to you, my friends. My love, my friendship, and whatever else (within reason, because I know the gang well enough to qualify that) I can give you. My life's been weird, dropping me into strange places and situations; I think we'll see each other again. Goodbye for now until we meet again.