winterophelia

Looking back at the entire last school year, it was a doozy. I spent the fist semester bitching with Robert and Jameson about everything. I still hung out with Maya, Abby, Chris, Ben, and Tenley, though I was steadily transitioning to Jameson, Jessie, Ted, Robert, Christina, et al. I practically lived on Chapin 3rd. I had a stupid crush on a stupid boy that was going nowhere. I secretly wanted to be best friends with Jim Gannon. I still drank a lot. Generally, I was sad and achy, but I had a decent class schedule and great friends. Still, going home for winter break was pretty sweet release from the semester, though Maya being gone was really going to suck.

This semester things changed dramatically. I had a new roommate, who proved to be pretty amazing. Along with the 9/11 comic project came a whole new circle of friends, a new home away from home, and new things to bitch about. For a long time I’d only really had Veronica to share a vast amount of my dorkdom with, but the w3 kids filled the void that had been missing since I came to college. They had the interests of the people at home with their own unique and amazing personalities. Also, I was back to hanging out with a bunch of guys, almost completely drama free. I had a nice sort of pseudo-relationship thing going on that was pretty sweet. I was becoming better and better friends with Jim Gannon all the time. I stopped drinking. After spring break, I pretty much had seven hours of class to attend a week with two of my favorite professors. Then things started going down hill all at once. The plan we had to save Jim from unemployment shattered, plunging him farther into depression. The sort of pseudo-relationship thing got fucked. The comic started to get tedious as everyone began focusing on other stuff like drama and movie making. School work came out of nowhere and crushed me. The end of the year and all the obligations and time constraints therein became painfully real. Depression about all the above set in hard, added with no desire whatsoever to go home. This whole depression orgy just bounced around in my head for about a month, the only outlet being talks with Mike, mostly through a toilet paper roll. Instead of dealing with everything, I waited until the last couple weeks of school for everything--talking to people, writing papers, drawing comic--things I should have done as soon as I realized I was being overwhelmed. Some things are done. Some are fixed. Some have yet to be resolved. Overall, the good out weighs the bad (or maybe it’s just the frustrating and disappointing, really). And, at any rate, it’s over.

So, last few days were interesting. Mostly it was spent scrambling to get the comic done--working until 7am, sleeping until 1 and repeating, though the last night Nate and I got about 2 hours of sleep each and Mike got none. That night was fun, moving all my and Maya's shit into French House storage, cleaning Mike's room and the lounge. At one point Mike, Ward, Nate, and I went to DKs and ordered one of everything and attempted to eat it. We also sacrificed animals to the tiki god. (Pictures coming soon.)

The last day, Mike set off for Switzersweden on no sleep. Nate and I printed the comic and presented it to Jim. I'm going to miss him so much, but he said he would come visit. After taking care of last minute school things, Nate helped me pack for a while. Then, my dad and and I set off for home and here I am.

So far I've seen Reid, Caitlin, Sarah, and Ann. I expect to see everyone else before I go to Jersey/NYC on like the 25th or something. Nate Rogers and I are going to attempt to see Ben Gibbard tomorrow night. Hopefully this will go well.

I want/need to learn to play bass and buy a truck. Until then, I'll be in my room playing Soul Calibur and listening to Iron Maiden.

Edit: Pictures of the slaughtering are now here.