judyisapunk

Where did this week go? I feel like I blinked and it was gone. I'm about to get ready for my last class, ever, of undergrad. It's scarey and exciting and I don't know which is winning, but my stomach is in knots anyway. It's not that I want to hang on to this in the sense that I want to stay because I've put in my four years, worked my ass off, gained great friends and a body of knowledge. It's just that it all seems like it ended too quickly. Aged me too much, too fast.
I'm not done in the sense that i still have ten pages of my anthology of monologues to write, which will be cake now that I got to the point where I'm confident I can write 60 of them. I also have 2 papers and 2 exams. But one more week, 7 more days and it's all over. Like an endless chapter that finally ended, and now I hunger for it back for just a glance.
It is sad, though, that the first person I was close to here won't be walking with us. She transfered and we lost touch for the most part, but I found out she'll be walking on time, so I can feel like she made it too. And I am proud of her.
I guess I'm using this as a place to pour all these sappy nostalgic feelings because I got woken up by the girls down the hall taking a "team" shower, because the end of the year block party, of which I won't be going to cause they are threatening to arrest everyone in site down there this year, is begining in fifteen minutes or so and they had to go together. Thing is usually I'd hate them, curse them, and yell shut up. But I'm glad to be awake. It's a beautiful day and it gave me time to write here.
Oh and so I don't forget, a great big thanks you to Lastof9 and Leanimal, for their incoragement. I am making it.
And Iggy's coming tomorrow . I can't wait. I hope she doesn't mind studying some argumentation with me, or my rolling out of bed monday morning at 6 45 in the morning to take that exam. But I'm glad she's coming anyway.
That's it then. Home stretch, and it feels great.