Random rantings...

Much to the disappointment of those who are related to me, this a random rant for me and I will not be posting pictures from our last get together. In fact, I don't quite understand your pull for this because you were all there, too. Anyway....
I have been having random thoughts in my head and wanted to spill them out, so here it goes. Oh, and before I get to that, when I stole my friend's computer during devotional to play on the Internet, I saw that she, and many others apparently, have been to this blog, so I'll do my best not to completely embarrass myself.
I am so torn with the prospect of leaving school in just under a week and a half. Home will be nice and I need to earn some money because it makes the world go round and apparently doesn't grow on trees (which is slightly ridiculous cause its made out of paper which is made outta trees), but I am going to miss Provo so much. I will miss the sounds of room mate dance parties and rebellious study breaks at four in the morning. I will miss walking through the Wilk and watching the dance classes in the ballroom. I will miss the explosions and minor quakes in the Benson (chem) building and the funny smell that can always be found in the Marb. I will even miss a fair load of my professors, truth be told, although not the work they assign. I will miss the sociality and smiling to random people without being considered insane. But I will miss more than that.
I once read a poem about people coming into our lives and quickly leaving, but how changed we can be. I'm learning, rather fast, that this is a perfect description of college. I have made so many friends here (special shout-out to Dr. Prusak's beginning swimming class, except Benji, I'm still partially mad about you pushing me into the pool in my clothes and then trying to flip over my inner tube while the lifeguard laughed). As the semester closes and I try to find words to express my gratitude and love toward these people who, in all likelihood, I will never see again, I find myself at a loss. But I can't hang on to everyone. And that's okay. The people that I have met here in Happy Valley have completely changed the person I am and the person I want to be. So, without getting too emotional, I get it. I'm grateful for what I got and I'm moving on, never forgetting the effect they had on me.

I will eventually get around to posting those pictures and even let you know how the move home goes. Oh, and I've recently developed a nasty habit of Blogstalking when I don't want to write my report on the benefits of pediatric brain plasticity, so tell your friends to beware!!! :)