We swore blood brothers against the wind. Now I'm ready to grow young again.

I'm graduated and home. It was great seeing everyone, especially Matthew and Luke, and being able to shower without flip flops on. And also, the real food at dinner tonight was awesome, especially the legitimate potatoes that were not made out of powder. I had a lot of fun playing with my buddies today. Luke was super cute in the jumping thingy, and Matthew seems to really like me these days. I know this mostly because he told me today that he really likes me. It was cute.

So now, I think it's time to go back to Elmira. This was a nice break. Like I said, it was good seeing everyone and eating real food.

I hate this. I'm glad it's summer, and I'm glad to have a break, but I wish I was going back in August, and I hate everyone who is. I miss my room. I miss my campus. I miss my friends. I hate the random bouts of crying I get every few hours.

Senior week was amazing though. I drank way too much, didn't get as much packed as I should have, cried a bunch, laughed even more, and don't regret any of it.

Me and my girl looking gorgeous, as always.

I repeat, gorgeous as always.

Me and Pam on the dinner cruise.

We were oddly coordinated, which was cool.

Me and one of my favorite [adult] boys.

Me and Kayleigh at the Red Newt winery during wine tasting.

I really like this picture. I'm not sure why. It just makes me smile. And it's worth noting that we were all sober, Kyle just wanted to make faces.

This picture was taken to celebrate the fact that after 5 wineries, we were both still standing, not puking, and completely coherent. After the last time we went wine tasting together, this is an accomplishment, especially on his part.

So, pictures from candlelight, the quad party (shudder), and graduation are coming, as is some sort of post about how I'm feeling right now (other than not good), but I don't think I have the emotional capacity to do it yet.

I'm really sad that the future is here, but I'm also really excited to see what it brings, and I know that I made the right decision. And Dr. Twombly told me to call him Jim. I might not be able to do that, at least not right away, but he followed it with "especially since we'll be colleagues soon," and again, it made me feel good.

That being said, I get to see my roommate tomorrow! And yes, I'm still calling her my roommate. If you say anything to the contrary, I will punch you repeatedly.

Here comes the rest of our lives...