Expect the comic up Friday. I am bad for skipping.

What an ending.

Finals were stressful, as usual, but it wasn't my grades that kept me lying awake and staring at the ceiling on Thursday night. It was the knowledge that I would never again spend the night in room 308, and never see so many members of the supporting cast in this play of Houston living. I've realized that my dorm key was the only gold-tinted piece of metal on my keychain. Now, when I search for my car key, I feel like something is missing from the wad of silver in my hand. Something that should be there to catch my eye, but isn't. Soon I'll remove the student ID too, and the red neck laynard. These mundane gestures carry astounding gravity for me. They are the true symbols of my moving on, and make me sadder than packing a box ever could.

Dathan's party was a lot of fun. We danced late into the night; even after everyone else had left the floor, Katie and I kept whirling. She and I made up our own ridiculous line dance. And for the record, John and I performed a stunning rendition of 'Attack Tango' that evening. If you were not a victim of this dance, you missed out.

Dathan was both excited and sad to graduate. I wonder how similar the feeling is to graduating high school... the knowledge that you will see very few of your friends again, paired with the anticipation of an entirely new level of independence. I am definitely feeling sad about leaving, myself. There are so many people I wish I knew better. People I feel a connection to. I am sorry I will no longer have the chance.

I feel so tired right now. I didn't crash until about 5 am last night. And since tomorrow is the first day of my summer, I think I'll celebrate by sleeping in.  ¶ 21:47