The Beginning of the End of the Beginning

Tomorrow I have the infamous "final final." Once I hand in my (hopefully easy) music theory final, I will have completed the entirety of my academic responsibilities at Yale. I will, pretty much, be a college graduate. I'm of course having tons of regrets, smacking myself for not having more fun, actively going out and grabbing college and turning it into what I hoped it would be. That's not really my style, though...I can't make myself want to hook up with people and get drunk and be crazy. I can only want to want to hook up with people and get drunk and be crazy. Ah, me. There really were plenty of good things.

And just now I'm realizing that all the people will be scattered.

I said goodbye to Caleb tonight. Wow, was that intense. I've become really good friends with him in just the past few weeks, spending some good time talking with him about anything and everything. I like the boy a lot. Yeah, a lot. He's interesting and thoughtful and fun and unpretentious and open but not expulsive...just wonderful. He makes great eye contact, too...sexiest thing in a man, and rarer in straight men than I'd hope. Ay, alas...at least when I come down for Safety Mix shows and Glee Club concerts next year I can crash on his (currently my) couch. Bah, I tell you. Bah!

See, these are the kinds of posts you get when I have no friends on line. Moral: be a friend, come on line, don't make me write these posts. And the early bird gets the worm. That's the moral, too. Isn't it always?