it's official.

official: i am a college graduate.
it all went down yesterday, and although it was a long, much anticipated day, it was a good one.

official: i have said goodbye to greenville, and as many friends as i could. (a couple more than once)
this all happened today, and i am still sad about it all. i packed up my room, and hung out in my house for the last time. i also hung out with a few friends (as much as possible) for the last time for a while. some i'm already desperate to see again, and others i'm content knowing that i will see them again soon.

offcial: sherwood speaks to my life.
well... actually, their music tends to represent times in my life while lisa loeb's music is actually my life. (i identify with some of the songs so well. like "wishing heart" and "probably")
here are the lyrics to the sherwood song that represents my last month at greenville college.

"never ready to leave" sherwood

this room's been dusted
and it's covered in prints from
the month you spent with me.
and i've catalogued it,
arranged the report with a chapter every week
and i've studied sleepless
biting my nails and grinding my teeth.

and i think i've had it,
but that makes two of us,
'cause you've had it with me.

and here in the meantime,
i'm a fly on the wall, and glued to the action.
a twist in the plotline,
a demand for a call, the loss of attraction.

and i'll tell you the worst part:
you're exactly the way that i thought you would be
so i'll staple the last call
'cause i'll move away, but i'm never ready to leave
whoa, whoa.
i'll move away but i'm never ready to leave

this house is haunted
but not in the way that you've always heard it said
and i'll dust the attic
no razor teeth making camp beneath your bed.

but i've heard them walking late at night
with twins of confusion and regret
and they share the stories of things that i have done
that i'd rather just forget.

here in the meantime,
i'm a fly on the wall, and glued to the action.
a twist in the plotline,
a demand for a call, the loss of attraction.

and i'll tell you the worst part:
you're exactly the way that i thought you would be
so i'll staple the last call
so i'll move away but i'm never ready to leave.
(i'll move away but i'm never ready to leave)

so this is how it feels to be 24
a thief without a key to the open door
just peering through the window
for any clue,
or anything explaining a part of you.

i guess the real question, i don't know,
is, why am i afraid of letting go?

why am i afraid of letting go?

here in the meantime,
i'm a fly on the way, and glued to the action.
a twist in the plotline,
a demand for a call, a loss of attraction.

and i'll tell you the worst part:
you're exactly the way that i thought you would be
so i'll staple the last call
cause i'd move away, but i'm never ready to leave.

whoa, whoa.

well i'll move away, but i'm never ready to leave.
cause i'd move away, but i'm never ready to leave.
well i'd move away, but i'm never ready to leave.