So, this wasn't as lucrative as I thought.

The start of the fall semester has effectively marked the end of summer, and with it goes the end of running around like a mindless chicken with its head lying next to it in a fresh pool of blood. In its place we find ourselves surrounded by school duties, whether they be work, projects, moving in, etc, etc. I find myself thinking about the past four or five months, and wonder what the hell happened.

Summer is supposed to mean different things. To some, its an opportunity for boundless days on the beach and nights partying until morning. For others like myself, its another opportunity to earn some extra cash after blowing much of our savings eating out, buying useless trinkets, or just going out and having a great time. (though now that Im under the 'full time ' status of work, the checks are the same, though the bills never seem to cease.) The last month in particular has been interesting; I've realized the futility in trying to constantly think that the one is 'the one,' as far as relationships go.

They say that patience is a virtue, and its high time for me to stop wanting and thinking everything has to happen now. While this last year has certainly presented multiple things that have derailed my otherwise kosher sense of pleasantness, I have realized that the time for worrying is over. Admittedly its been a frustrating time, but Im not bad off (in a manner of speaking.)

I need to realize that things aren't going to be the same. My official date for leaving the home nest is October 1st. I have plenty of more immediate things to worry about instead of pining over something that ended five months ago.

I will always remember the good times, miss. Just know that you will have an everlasting effect on my heart, and while you're one of my best friends, know that I will always feel that little twinge of regret.

Until then, keep your stick on the ice, kiddoes. Ill be back in a while.

__B