When You're Not Looking

It just occured to me that today was Senior Skip Day...

Right now, the first time I went to prom feels a million lightyears ago. All four of my finals are cumulative...and I've been blessed in college by never experiencing any cumulative exams.

Man, I remember Senior Skip Day...I'm pretty sure Josh actually went to school, and I didn't. It was weird.

But what haunts me the most...or a lot anyway is the morning after graduation...
standing on the Square, watching the sun rise and the cops drive by every 10 minutes wondering what we were doing...and being told the years between 18 and 23 were the fastest years of your life...

ain't it the truth, y'all, ain't it the truth?

by the way, i've noticed that i've become this "country girl" personality...its weird. in the midst of these chicago people, i feel the need to campaign for the country. I mean, I want to travel, see a lot of the world (not all of it...not Siberia...Antartica would interesting though)...but I know where I belong...and if it doesn't end up being Taylorville (or anywhere in Christian County)...it'll be somewhere where I can see all the stars at night, be able to walk around naked in my yard if I want to, and just generally not be bothered by people...

i like people and all...but they just take too much out of me sometimes. i guess it really depends on the people. but most of the time, i'm constantly wondering about their perspective and it gets trying...yes, yes, i know poor me...but i think that's one of the biggest reasons i love being a brunette...i feel more anonymous and less anonymous at the same time...so it works out

bruschetta, anyone?

posted by molly @ 8:50 PM