Length of a Year
Last year upon completion of comps, I threw a serious party at my place. It was truly the stuff of legends. This year, a party has happened after comps, also at my house, right now, and it's so fucking lame I'm ON LIVEJOURNAL POSTING RATHER THAN BEING ABLE TO ENJOY IT. It's that fucking lame. And I'm such a non-entity here in my own home that no one even notices that I'm not there being bored with the rest of them. At one point someone showed up, hung out, and left, without even saying hello to me. Someone I know, who came from out of town. Couldn't be bothered to walk to the back porch to say hi to me while I was grilling before leaving. I can't even imagine being more done with Hattiesburg than this. The show is over. One more chapter closed. Insert other downtrodden cliches here.