Long Winded Tirade

So I’ve been cleaning up my room and finishing my packing this morning so I can leave friday with no hassle.

I’ve been thinking alot too.

2 years of college gone and done. What the fuck did I learn here? Granted, I’ve been wondering that the entire time, but I really thought about it today. And I can’t say I know yet.

I also thought about alot of the people I’ve met here. I’ve met some neat folks. I think I’m gonna talk about some of them.

I’ll start with David Anderson, the guy who got me writing this page. David was from Massachussets, and because he journaled so religiously online, a lot of us got to know him pretty well before we really got to know him. He was a swell guy. He’s on his way to LA now to do his thing out there. Best of luck to him.

Dan-o and Brhino are next. I love these guys. I met Brhino last year a couple times, but I didn’t really get to know him until this year. Dan-o, I didn’t know last year but 2 months into school this year he was a pal. We had fun times guys. The trips to Omaha and Moline with the Faultdudes were fun. All those weekends and weeknights drinking and shitting around were great too. I won’t forget those.

Kat’s next. I met Kat 3 days into our Enviromental Science class first semester. She just looked like the type of person I could get along with. And I was right. We became pals pretty quick, and though I haven’t seen her as much this semester, she’s always fun to hang out and shoot the shit with. Thanks for being a pal Kat.

Mikey’s next. The other part of the Enviromental Science Posse. I’ll never forget how on Valentine’s Day this year, he instant messaged me because he wanted to go out and celebrate being a sad bastard. Naturally I came along. He met this girl that I knew that night, and they’ve been dating for a few months now. So I guess maybe his sad bastard days are over for awhile atleast. I’ll miss ya Mikey.

It wouldn’t be fair of me to leave out the other two Preacher Gone To Texas guys while I’m at it. Moody and Matty, you guys were fun to hang out with at shows and stuff. I’ll look forward to seeing you all in Omaha on Sunday.

I’ve done a lot of talking about people I met this year more or less. While I’m writing I can’t leave out Barb and Keef. You guys are swell. Granted, I’ll see you at your wedding next month, and try to come visit in Texas as soon as I can, but I want you both to know you’re my pals. I’ll miss the hell out of you guys. I’ll never forget getting stoned out of my mind with you guys, running naked across the Coralville Dam Spillway, Skinny Dipping at Night, Drinking and playing board games, and that hell of a class we had with Kupersmith.

I keep trying to write about everyone I’ve met here, but it’s getting hard to keep it up. I don’t want to leave anyone out but really, I don’t know who I’m writing this for.

I just don’t want to forget anybody. I was asking myself earlier what I learned in college. You know, I don’t think I learned much in the classroom. I did learn a lot about myself though. I learned that I can fuck up and bounce right back. I learned that taking things with a laugh makes them alot easier to deal with no matter how shitty. I learned that distance can be a bitch, but sometimes when that distance isn’t there and you move to fast, that’s a bigger bitch. I learned more dead baby jokes than I would care to repeat at this time because they would certainly fuck up this tirade I’m on. I learned that growing hair takes forfuckingever. I learned that you shouldn’t worry about what job you do, or what career you choose as long as you are happy with yourself. I did learn some things in college. But fuck it. I’m outta here.

I’m Bill. I’m 20 years old. I’m free as a fucking bird from this place in two days. Iowa City kids, I’ll miss ya. I’ll come visit sometime, I promise. Omaha kids, I’m comin’ home. I can’t wait to see you guys.

And I lied. Here’s a dead baby joke:

Q: What’s the difference between a cadillac and a pile of dead babies?

A: I don’t have a cadillac in my garage.

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