Parting Shots

Went to a local bar called the firefly last night with Jinx, Frisbee Matt (who I won't see for nine months), Carrie (who I'll see in ten minutes, because I'm driving her home) and various other legal adults for $1 rail drinks. The last of my cash is gone.

And now I've packed up the Xbox, retrieved as many dirty clothes as I could from the communal pile which stands as a symbol of my love for Jubb, and listened to that Eels b-side I don't have on the computer at home. I am ready to go.

Since I will surely die in some sort of horrible car crash (taking, thankfully, at least one innocent person with me) some summation of this term is in order.

Good term, I'll say. Went somewhat fast, though at the same time I feel like I've been living with Jubb (who leaves the music on, loud, even when he's not in the room) and Jonas (who would gladly abandon room 207 to the forces of entropy) for a lot longer than just a term.

But even if my roommates fail to reach the same level of perfection as Our Bold Hero, we've had some good times. Theme parties, epic arguments, the mutual enjoyment of electronic media, etc..

I don't feel that I've learned very much this term, which is partially my fault but also partially a realization (chilling) that there's not going to be a flipping of the switch. All the answers, academic and otherwise, will probably elude me for the rest of my life. Turning 21 certainly didn't change anything.

Have decided that I'd better learn to fake it. I assume/hope that's what everyone else is doing.

Have also decided not to stop in the cities, as I have no one's contact information now that Graham is gone. Also, I have no money. I'll probably try to hunt down some B-town people next week before I go home.

And now I'm late for Carrie's ride home. Later.