When I'm alone, my mind wanders. When it wanders, I usually end up getting depressed, because my mind drifts to my memories of the late '90s, which I like a lot better than now. As I sit here, my mind aimlessly meandering throughout my memories of life, it becomes alarmingly apparent that the end of an era is upon me. Eight months. Eight months is all I have left before I graduate. Eight months before I graduate, much too short a time.

Graduation has come far too quick (Partly my fault for being too damn smart), and I don't feel adequately prepared for what's to come. These eight months are going to go by blindingly fast, so I need to treasure them as much as I can. And yet, I have a terrible feeling that I'm just going to squander them, doing samey things like sitting here on these forums. Not that I wish to imply that I don't like it here, but I'm on here every day. I need these eight months to be exciting. I need to spend as much time with family and friends as possible. I want these eight months to be the best months of my life, because this life I live now will end when that cursed ceremony draws to a close.

There are so many things that I feel that I need to do: I want desperately to find a roller rink. These were my favorite places as a kid, but I haven't been to one in years. I know that rollerblading is all but dead, but still... Just to go hang out with some friends at a roller rink for a precious few hours. I want to go on a long drive through the night with my parents and brother (I know that sounds lame, but you have no idea how much long drives mean to me). Most of all, I just want to invite some friends over, buy some Super Pretzels, and watch the Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy. I want to have a sleepover like we used to have; staying up late, telling "scary" stories, watching movies, and eating various junk food.

And sadly, I don't think any of those will ever happen. Me and my friends have changed too much, we can't do things like that anymore, which is absolutely tragic. Needless to say, I'm not looking forward to graduation AT ALL. For all the times I've prayed that God would make time go faster, I wish I could go back and tell myself not to waste my time pissing about and waiting to leave home. Because now that the time is almost upon me, I wish nothing more than to go back to being a kid.