:: Oh, Look, A Tumbleweed ::

:: Tuesday, June 13, 2006 ::

Graduation made me feel so nostalgic. Hell, even driving down the back road to get to Ovens, I started feeling anxious just remembering that panic attack I had before the rehearsal last year.

I don't know, it feels kind of sad now. To see how things changed a year later. I'm really only still in contact with Heidi, Liz and Page, and I talk to Graeson and Margaret every so often, and I guess Robin. I've talked with Andrew a couple of times on AIM, but it's always (As usual) awkward in person. But, at this point, as much as I like Graeson and Margaret and Robin, it kind of feels like too much effort to try to maintain any sort of friendship. And even then, I don't know what's going to happen to Heidi and I. She and Liz were the only two I really wanted to make sure I remained friends with, but she's out of town for the entire summer again and her parents are moving to Michigan at some point. *Sigh* I guess that's what happens.

I finally got a job. Although...I mean, all I'm doing is couriering (If that's even a word) for my dad. I just have to run stuff down to the court house everyday. What fun. But it's some source of income, so I'm definitely not going to complain. Um, and yeah.

I miss New York a lot. There's a big difference between seeing it when you're twelve and then when you're nineteen. I definitely couldn't live anywhere NEAR Times Square, but the quieter parts of the city were really nice. Connecticut is also really awesome. It'd be nice if we had the money to go visit Shoobie more often than once every four years.

Okay, so, since I just drank some tea designed specifically to knock you out (And it's starting to work) and I have to be up early tomorrow, I'm leaving.

:: Nick Tuesday, June 13, 2006 [+] ::