"Blood makes the grass grow! Kill, Bears, KILL!" This is a rugby chant that Heather sings during gym. Ahh, like so many things that Heather says throughout the course of the day, it keeps me very amused at random times like this.

You know what really sucks? The fact that I'm never going to see some many people after we graduate. Heather? Yeah, never gonna see her ever again. There goes one hell of a person, right there. I will never meet another person who is that funny and abusive again. Jake, I might run into him if I'm with Miles, but he won't be going out of his way to give me a call and see how life is treating me. Nope, not even a little bit. Miles...I don't even want to discuss that right now, He'll be gone in 10 months, off to Texas of all forsaken places. Caity Birk! AHH! There is no one else like Birkelah. Martin, jeez, she's off to California as soon as she gets her diploma handed to her. I'm gonna miss my favorite techie.... Cait, I'm terrified of not keeping touch with her, I can't go two days without talking to her for hours on end...There's so many people I'm probably never going to see again, except for maybe a reunion or something, but hardly anyone I know would go to those anyway. I would, just to laugh about ladles and telephone wire and everything else that's made me so fond of all my friends...but we're all going to have to start over again completely...Birk will find the mop of her dreams, Martin will become one of those amazingly sucessful people that you brag about knowing in highschool. Jake and Miles, God-willing, will not be killed doing whatever it is they end up doing, Heather will probably snap and become one of those badly-permed ex-sitcom actresses in an infomercial, but she'll be having the time of her life. Cait and I will end up living next to each other on some sparce New England beach, where we'll make snow angels on the roof every winter and live out in the waves, boogie-boards in tow, through the summer.

It took me a decade to make friends and finally be a socially secure person, college is going to kill me. I'll revert to my eating lunch by myself, clutching some obscure novel and humming show tunes.

See...This is what happens when you can get a violent rugby chant out of your head

ash @ 10:34 PM