it never fails, i cannot sleep the night before the first day of school. i’ve always had a bit of anxiety, especially when i try to sleep (which i cure by having the tv on to distract), and the first day of school just brings on this inevitable onslaught of anxiety over the (imagined) upcoming stress of school. when i was a kid i always assumed that eventually i would get older, mature, and outgrow this anxiety, but now that the whole maturity thing has passed me by, its just become this yearly, almost-comic reoccurance.

this term, the last of my illustrious five year undergraduate career (i took time off in australia, its not a victory lap!), was – in the words of mike skinner aka the streets – “supposed to be so eaaasyyyy.” only one class, the dreaded “Designing and Critiquing Research Methods,” but i was looking forward to a nice easing out of university. plenty of time to go out with friends, write my undergrad thesis, get stuff ready for grad school, generally just take her slow. now im working 3 damn jobs (another nerd computer lab job, me thinks i have to quit the popcorn boy job), writing more for the gazette and zine hopefully, sitting in on a seminar class, way behind in my thesis (though i guess i should just learn to accept that feeling), and planning on heading up our scholarly journal, mediations, and making another documentary on homelessness.

so now i have this ‘its all over soon’ feeling, which i gather a lot of us near-to-graduators are feeling, except i went thru it all last april with my winchester family, and now its creeping up again. alrite. shut up andrew you fucking baby.