I'm not sure, exactly, what had suddenly rendered me epiphanically paralyzed a little while ago. Well, I know what; the why, however, is a total mystery.
Hey, an explanation!
I'm entering my senior year of college, and I'm absolutely terrified about that fact. This feeling (since passed) definitely has shades of the summer before my senior year of high school, which -- as I recall through spotty memories courtesy of my juvenile forays into do-it-yourself herbal medicine -- saw me scrambling up the steps that would have me ascend to the next stage of life. I've changed a lot since then, and yet it's still the same variety of consternation.
It's not really a bad thing- I just find it kind of interesting.
So, while images of mortarboards won't send my testicles scurrying into the cavity from whence they descended in sheer terror, the thought that I have to suddenly prepare for Hard-Core, This-Is-The-Real-Thing Adulthood and all that is -- at the very least -- sending tremors throughout the once-peaceful community of spermatozoa I host.
(Ew.)
I'll have to take the GRE soon (I'd really like to get that over with by the end of July; I think UB's testing center is open all summer), I'll have to start looking at graduate schools (assuming I want to dive right in, which is another issue), and that'll require me to consider to where I'd like to relocate. Big stuff.
Hold me.
Again, I just think it's interesting.
People don't use the Mexican-Wrestler face enough. That said:
Hey, an explanation!
I'm entering my senior year of college, and I'm absolutely terrified about that fact. This feeling (since passed) definitely has shades of the summer before my senior year of high school, which -- as I recall through spotty memories courtesy of my juvenile forays into do-it-yourself herbal medicine -- saw me scrambling up the steps that would have me ascend to the next stage of life. I've changed a lot since then, and yet it's still the same variety of consternation.
It's not really a bad thing- I just find it kind of interesting.
So, while images of mortarboards won't send my testicles scurrying into the cavity from whence they descended in sheer terror, the thought that I have to suddenly prepare for Hard-Core, This-Is-The-Real-Thing Adulthood and all that is -- at the very least -- sending tremors throughout the once-peaceful community of spermatozoa I host.
(Ew.)
I'll have to take the GRE soon (I'd really like to get that over with by the end of July; I think UB's testing center is open all summer), I'll have to start looking at graduate schools (assuming I want to dive right in, which is another issue), and that'll require me to consider to where I'd like to relocate. Big stuff.
Hold me.
Again, I just think it's interesting.
People don't use the Mexican-Wrestler face enough. That said:
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jillyfish:
thank you! 
techne:
Don't worry. If real life doesn't work out so well, you could always just buy a horse and live at your parents house forever. 