there are only 100 days to support the bears as a member of the student body:
there are only 100 days to throw parties at the theta mansion:
there are only 100 days to take roadtrips and sign your name on the bathroom stall:
there are only 100 days to dress up in top gun gear and sing karaoke at scruff's:
and most heartbreaking of all, only 100 days left to spend with my friends, the loves of my life:
i'm not worried about getting old, that's the farthest thing from my mind. for those of you who truly know me, you know that i will always remain 17-years-old in my heart. i'm not worried about keeping in touch, i've always done that pretty well. nor do i think these will be the ONLY best days of my life; i've got a few more coming my way...i can feel it.
the thing i am worried about is squandering this opportunity that i have been given to enjoy these last 100 days. right now i'm bogged down by school, endless projects, work, figuring out what the hell i'm going to do with my life after i get out of here and something is just telling me that i need to stop all of this nonsense and just be. just exist. soak in this moment. brand this time into my memory.
so without any further lamentation and philosophical analysis, i'm going to do just that. here's to making memories...
if you'd like to join me in this journey...feel free to join me at my favorite *watering hole tonight where we can shoot the breeze and play our favorite songs on the jukebox all night long.
*here's a hint: you must order crazy wings, a big o, and tell sammy citrano hello.
