Several Things

1. Grown men who say 'tummy' bother me. It's a stomach dammit, talk like an adult.

2. I am done done done with school for the summer. My final project was not my best work, not by a longshot, but I don't give a fuck. I am so fucking burnt and exhausted that I don't care if I get a C in this class. Honestly, I've already been accepted to Grad School, so it really doesn't matter.

3. I need some brains.

4. I am going to sleep for 15 hours, I swear to God.

I have this thing I call "Empty Backpack Syndrome". It's kinda like empty nest syndrome, where when the kids leave the house there is an absence, a hole in your life where they used to be. It's the end of the quarter and I fear the absence. Of course I'm actually ecstatic, but at the same time I am used to having a very distinct and demanding purpose. Many people are not lucky enough to know what their calling is, and I count myself fortunate. And yet I am a bit flabberghasted without school to worry and generally stress over. I just don't know what to do with my free thoughts.

I moved the very last of my stuff out of the apartment today, returned my keys and got off the lease. Of course Mike yelled at me and accused me of sleeping with one of his friends. Well I did, just not who he thought. The names of the two people in question sound almost identical, but it's funny he wouldn't know to question the idea. One of his friends blabbed to him about it, and honestly he was probably too beered up to tell the difference. This just reaffirms my assertion that boys gossip worse than girls, or maybe it's just the boys I know. He can really be a jerk sometimes. Then he got all choked up and we shared a cigarette and some sad feelings for a few minutes before I drove off into the sunset. I think he still thought I was coming back. That's what everyone else says, anyway. For those of you (and I know there aren't many) who think I was just a ball buster who begrudged the man the occasional beer, ask me to tell you a story sometime: there is one I find particularly illustrative, though I won't tell it in this forum. I'm tired.