I found a way to steal the sun from the sky.
Tommrow starts my last semester at Post.
then I get to graduate, not to more school but to the rest of my life.
18 years of schooling better pay off.
i feel like i have a lot i need to write about but nothing comes to mind.
just alot of mixed memories.
it almost like watching years go by.
its the dead of winter.
and jessica is on the phone in my back yard past midnight, with a boy.
me and rob listen on.
suddenly i have dejavu and can almost see me and jessica in May lying on my sidewalk in the back, baking in the afternoon sun, saying "this is going to be the most amazing summer of our lives."
and it was, its over, and i miss it.
Random I know, but no other words that would make sence are coming out right now.
Shit.
Alright Post.
Bring it on.