not-quite-midnight rambles

The apartment above us is taking advantage of the semester being over to blast their movie to decibels that are most likely offending the ear of God. I fully agree with those who say that the biggest proof of intelligent life in the universe is that it is NOT trying to contact us...I submit the people upstairs are blocking their communications with the racket.

Semester...over. Now, I could blog pages about the vertigo induced by realizing that Bec and I will never live together again. And that I'm going to be starting my last year at Southern. And that I missed out on a lot of neat opportunities this semester because I let myself get in the way. Suffice it to say, I feel "adrift with no life vest."

Now, for me, that is actually a terrifically comfortable state, as I can float and/or sleep in the water in just about any position for hours with minimal effort (freaky mutant genes or something. Or maybe body fat). But the point is that I haven't put effort into anything except studying, and that even halfheartedly.

I don't want to drift. I want to dive. I want to outrace the waves. I don't want to stagnate. I want change. I want to be the change.

While we're at it, I want a Puerto Rican pina colada, too. And some corn starch. Ponies are overrated.

Went to Guian's art show tonight. A crazy bunch of awesomely talented people, and I know that they have more fun on the second floor of Brock than most people have in a lifetime. And the show itself was such a composite of talent that I left smiling, and still haven't lost it yet. I love beautiful things--they awe me.

Oh, listen to that. The sound upstairs just increased. When I can hear the dialogue, then we've got a problem. But I guess I should be grateful to them, because they're helping to teach me things like patience, courtesy, and the thrill of stepping outside of my typical reserve to go upstairs and tell them to pipe down already. The last lesson being the most satisfying.

Goodbye, Southern. I'll be glad to see you next year, but summer is calling me. But I'll be back...one more time. This is the longest I've ever been in one school. Actually, the longest I've ever been in school period. Thank you, homeschooling. High school, I disliked you. College...sweet.
Of course, unless I get bit by something poisonous in Indonesia, or stung by another sting ray and want to die (no, but really), or get nailed by a krait (in which case I'll be dead and this blog will become sadly ironic).
If this IS my last blog, I wish it had been more interesting, or had a point. Nope. It just rambles. It's rambling me right off to bed.