Nothing is hitting me.

Zinkhan trauma is at an unfortunate resolution - though to be fair the outset was itself far more unfortunate.

I've graduated. I didn't attend any ceremonies. I see everyone's pictures and am excited for them, unable to comprehend the fact that I've achieved the same successes as them.

I'm about to embark on a fund-raising bonanza, and I'd say this is the only thing remotely registering on my radar.

I'm never, or rarely, going to see some of friends anymore. This especially has not yet hit me... but it will. It will.

I'm interning at CCF next year. I think this has not hit me because the transition is proving, at least from a relationship standpoint, smoother than expected. It's like a dimmer switch has been slowly adjusted all semester. I could toot my own horn in this regard... but it's not something that I've been doing. It has just happened.

I rode around in a car on Friday with two people I will, eventually, miss dearly. They've each, in their own ways, had profound impacts on the person I grew into over the past 9 months. And yet, I rarely realize it, and certainly can't put my finger on exactly *what* those impacts have been.


Looks like tonight, the sky is heavy
Feels like the winds are gonna change
Beneath my feet, the earth is ready
I know it's time for heaven's rain


The deluge is coming, and it will last a long while. I can't say if it'll be for 40 days... but I'm pretty sure the 40 days in the desert need to come first.


You're a clever Guy.

I embark on my last undergraduate assignment in less than an hour.

Just thought you'd like to know, WORLD!

But maybe not.



Oh, on another note - I'm interning at CCF with 3 pretty cool people and a bunch of awesome stud- I guess I can't call them that yet for another hour or so. There will be much pomp and circumstance at another time.