apparently i am some sort of senior

. . .because i'm quite sure that the condition i have is called "senioritis."  i have some responsibilities to wrap up, but not, you know, major ones regarding life or death.  i am moving away in some weeks.  some people i know now i may never see again.  i owe almost no one almost nothing.  it is really nice weather and i have music to drive fast by on my ipod*.  i do not know what is in store for me in the coming months.  my ideal day would be a hike or a swim followed by lazing around with light beer and close friends and maybe, let's face it, nachos.  i am caught in some kind of grief-hilarity-anxiety-giddiness cycle.  i feel like i'm graduating and entering a Whole New World of Who Knows What.  see?

e.g., moby, "beautiful"; detroit cobras "hey, sailor"; bo diddley; dandy warhols, etc., etc.