"If I could offer you one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it"

I still remember the first day of 8th grade. Wearing my red Jars of Clay shiny shirt that I'd bought over the summer for $30 at their concert that my cool sister took me to. I remember being scared out of my mind by Mr. Roller and his insistance that we learn John 1: 1-5 word for word. One mistake and you got a zero. Had to know it by the next day perfectly. He ended up being awesome, but sucked that first day.

My first day of highschool I wore tan shorts and a striped shirt. Seemed pretty stylish. Every first day back to school at Liberty, I remember smiling. I couldn't help it.

I remember my first day of kindergarten because I missed the bus home and was stranded at my sister's elementary school 25th Street. Nobody told me that I had to switch busses or whatever. My mom came and picked me up. I don't remember if I cried out of fear.

So next week, I'll wake up on Monday and go do some work at the Flagship and have a good old time. Maybe it will dawn on me that school is actually over. Maybe it won't be until fall when something seems strangely different.

These are interesting (and I'll argue fun) times for us. I argue fun, because I am going to have fun. I usually do.

I realized today as George was moving out that I only have about one more week in The Lounge - my home for two years. That will be strange.

So I sit in my room. Alone. Feelings of joy and anticipation. Some fear. Not much worry. Surrealness. Nostalgia. Maybe I'll write a script next year. I've always wanted to. I need music. No music tonight though. It's movie time. Because I can. 3 Big Days - May 6, May 20, June 24. Wear sunscreen. Check out this link. Love or hate it. Remember it or not. The advice is interesting, if not awesome.
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