Right now I’m sitting outside on my balcony, chilling out (literally– it’s 56° and windy). As per usual, and thanks to the re-start of school tomorrow, I’m pondering many a thing. Ever since I watched that ball drop two hours early for L.A. or Miami or whoever, I’ve been pretty phased at the year we’re in…2006. Wow. That’s the year that’s on my class ring. That’s they year that will be on my diploma. At the end of the year, in December, I’ll be done with school. For good.

It’s such a strange feeling to think that tomorrow is the start of my last spring semester ever. I’ve done this tons of times before and I always say “this semester is gonna be a good one,” but I can feel it this time. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking like it always is and hopefully it doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass come May, but man, I can really feel it this time. Much of that has to come from last fall being so super bad. Don’t get me wrong, things could have been and could always be much worse, but I just wasn’t “feeling” life. And to me, that’s not a good thing.

I’ve been really into Aqualung lately. The other day, as I was pulling into my parking spot, a line from “Extra Ordinary Thing” really stuck with me.

Just because it’s the end of the beginning,
Doesn’t mean it’s the beginning of the end.

Very true. Well, here’s to hoping I survive it. I’ve gotta make the most of it. Lots of people say that their college years were the best of their lives. I want to refer to them as the start to the best years of my life. Here goes nothin’. It’s gonna be a crazy year.