And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
Jesus, you never think you'll live to see this day. At least I haven't. First day of my final semester of being a student. Unless, somehow by the miraculous hand of God I get into grad school I will have a few more years. Regrets fill my thoughts. I should have never stopped playing the football, I should have been more productive in my academic endeavors. Yea, sure I've learned a shitload more that a lot of people. Plus my vocabulary and spelling are not lacking in the slightest. However, I would like to have a few more A's to show for my vast annals of knowledge that I now possess. Never too late to start is what they say. Well, I think last semester senior year is probably the spot where those people say "wait...well, yea dude you fucked up." So, I'll get it over with and get out of Loyola with a degree in psychology. The possibilities are endless. I believe it was George Washington Carver McGee who once said "Why the fuck not? I got nothin' better to do." It's a scary time. I've always had that label of student over my head. And now, less than 6th months from now, that label and all the privileges that go with it will be stripped away. I'll be a true honest to God adult, Christ that's ridiculous. I think that I want to be a kid still because of everything that I haven't experienced yet. I will certainly look forward to having weekends off, but I won't look forward to wasting my degree in something it's not designed for. It's not a good feeling to realize that I may very well spend the rest of my life in a grocery store. Pretending to be friendly with a bunch of fucks I could care less about. Yea, sure I may make it up the corporate ladder, but it won't be something I want to do. I can't see myself going in everyday and directing a person in dire need of peas to the canned vegetable isle. Boy howdy! Maybe I'll be a canned veggie head shrinker. "So, tell me peas, how are you and carrots relationship going? And, when peas brings in potatoes, carrots, tell me a little about how that makes you feel." I think I may pay the yellow pages to put out and ad: "Jeffrey Lodriguss - Professional listener. 'When all you need is an ear and a shoulder (and some tissues), I'll be there.'" So, I have lost my train of thought, as I am apt to do. Don't fuck up kids. It's your only hope!