I really hate goodbyes. I just do. It's like a part of your life is over as it boards the cruise ship of history, and all you can do is wave and maybe shed a tear. that's at least how I feel right now.

Dan lied. He said he was coming back to get what was left of his stuff (just some frozen food, cooking pans, detergent, etc) but no. We were hoping to see him again, but the bowling was the last real time.

Brian's packing as I type. He's been the most organized out of anything. I'm glad he's coming back to tucson, but I'll rarely see him.

And Jason, well, who knows?


But this is the last entry from the dorm. TTFN