in half an hour i'll be heading into work for the last time. ever. i will never, ever again sell a muffin on this campus. i hope hope hope that doesn't mean i'll never buy a muffin on this campus.

i'm surrounded by "have a good summer! see you in the fall!" "oh man, your floor next year is going to be so fun!" "what are your classes next semester?"

all of these assume that i'll actually be here in the fall. right now, it seems easier to just let people keep guessing i will be. but i don't know. i DON'T know. and won't for awhile. remember when i was really, really sick of transition? yeah, this is one of those entries. i'm sick of never continuing a relationship past a few months. i want to grow with these people and struggle with these people and throw water balloons at these people.

it doesn't seem plausible either way. i mean, whatever happens after this summer will surprise me.

shoot.