as anxious as i am to get home, i'm going to miss my friends here, though i'm certain i'll see them over the summer. nonetheless, it's been entertaining, especially the past few weeks, with greek week and whatnot. and even those ::gasp:: rare (but existent) sober nights.

i think more than anything, i'm a little apprehensive about... well, the fact that another year is over. i'm more than relieved that i've only got one more paper to write for tomorrow (my last ever english paper) and one last exam on saturday (one that will indeed rape me), but after that, freshman year is over (yeah, shut up, you asshole, cliche, i know). you can never imagine what college will actually be like, and you see those movies that stereotype college, and you wonder if that's what it's really like, and, well, yeah, it is.

lots of alcohol (although not so much with the alternate drugs, with the exception of pot), crazy frat parties, lots of random hookups and sex, people losing their underwear, cops busting parties, making babies on the dance floor, eating a salad bowl (made for 20 people) full of popcorn chicken all by yourself, pudding wrestling, falling down numerous steps, etc. etc. after all, campusdirt.com rates us number two school in terms of heavy-weight drinkers, and i don't deny that, and number three party school in the country. rock on, bitches. and so, folks, when you see me over the summer, you'll know how i gained my freshman five hundred. i'm what you may call a "heavy weight drinker." and bitches, i can outdrink you all, so take that.

and that, my friends, is the valuable life lesson i've learned throughout the course of my freshman year of college. oh, that, and i can also sing solfege.

   Caminante, son tus huellas
el camino; y nada más.
Caminante, no hay camino,
Se hace camino al andar.
Al andar se hace camino,
y al volver la vista atrás
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha a volver a pisar.
Caminante, no hay camino,
sino estelas en la mar.

only one week of classes left. this semester has been pretty good, but i'm anxious to be home. it's been long enough, and i'm ready to relax, have a good time chillen at b&n, late night diner runs, boxin' in my car. good times.

this past week was pretty intense. between april 14th and today, the only night (before tonight) i was completely sober was last sunday, the 17th. awesome. olga came to visit me on thursday and friday nights. i miss her dearly. i hope she had a good time, though she didn't seem to enjoy herself as thoroughly as she had last time. saturday night, paul and tiff came, and paul and i had a good, nostalgic drunken chat.

i really just want to go home now. chill for a few days. montreal for several nights. then working (who knows where). it will indeed be sad to say bye to my friends here, but a few of them, i know i'll be seeing a lot over the summer.

also, it feels so strange that freshman year is almost over. because that means i'm one year closer to being in the real world. living by myself. having an actual job. you know, being OLD--my ultimate fear.

i miss my parents, i miss my brother, i miss several of my friends. i miss a lot of things right now, and i'm torn between wanting to go home and being here. it almost makes me want to cry. it's strange how one year of college has affected me. i can't believe i'm so human.