Being A-Scared

Everybody is afraid of things. The dark, insects, clowns, System of a Down music videos; we're all afraid of something. Me, I am afraid of a few things. Namely stickbugs, stuff that can kill me, helicopters, and failing at things.

As the expanse of my higher-higher education adventure stretches before me, I can't help but feel a little trepidatious about this undertaking. I have visions of myself buried under massive piles of books, becoming so overwhelemed with information that the only step remaining is to steam clean my ravaged brain with cheap, fermented ethanol.This, in turn, causes me to forget all of said information and from there a vicious cycle forms and I become the Ernest Hemingway of Virginia...

And I really hate Ernest Hemingway.

The point is, this impending level of academia is scary and I am not really sure why. But it is definitely scarier than stickbugs.

Side Note: The Going Away Party: It was a good time. And though I will probably see many of the attendees at least once more before I leave, there is never a bad reason to drink good beer out of mugs so large that, when filled with alcohol, they should probably be considered illegal.

My history with parties is a somewhat sordid ordeal generally best left undiscussed. Suffice it to say that I have tended to be the type of person who goes big or doesn't go at all. However, I've gotten markedly more responsible in my post-college years, to the point that when I claim "Hey. I'm taking it easy tonight," 78% of the time I am telling the truth. Last night fell into that 78% bracket and I am pretty darn pleased with myself.

So thank you my dear friends for a lovely night out and thank you self control for allowing me to remember it.