parting is such (sweet) sorrow.

i'm not one of those seniors that is counting down the days via the markerboard on my dorm room door. i savor experiences with all my might, and college is one of those times in people's lives that is totally and completely surreal...you are only responsible for yourself, hanging out is pretty much a full-time job, and life is nicely packaged into a four-year plan of fun, learning, and trying new things.

and then the real world happens.

why rush it? i am perfectly content, knowing that i have a almost another month before this bubble of an experience is popped. i will miss all of these people, from my best friends to my buddies to my acquaintances to those people whom i catch a glimpse of every once in a while. i'm going to miss being surrounded by groups of peers who are taking time to enjoy life because they can. i'm going to miss long conversations about nothing...and everything. i'm going to miss the kind of people i can kiss frogs and climb trees in lightning with. i'm going to miss having an excuse to be cheap, look crappy, and be as rad as i want to be.

i know, i know...it's time. but i refuse to admit that fully until May 10.