Semester Finale

Wow. It's all done. Amazing.

But I'm not completely stress-free. I need to turn in my instrument. And I can't do that if I'm in Dallas. Totally screwed. I'll either have to come back early, or absorb the punishment. I'll probably come back early. Sometime after New Year's Day.

Once again, the cold wind brings back old memories. Times when I had patience, but not enough. Back when a certain person had little to no courage. Or once upon a time when my words got me whatever I wanted. Oh, that was quite a time.

I had a really weird dream. Someone I haven't seen in a long time, just appeared and instantly became part of my family. And as a friend. So weird. (Yes, female.)

I also had a dream of a room. A normal-sized room, but it was a shower. The entire room was a shower. Amazing.

OK, so I mentioned the past. So what? I don't care. I just discovered many interesting facts while typing this. Many. Here are a few:

• I saved a girl from a horrible future, even if it meant breaking her heart.
• A guy I hated in high school is still a terible person.
• And a guy we weren't too sure about isn't even sure about himself.

I'm almost done reminiscing about high school. It's been a long time, and I should be thinking about recent good times. In fact, when I was walking on campus earlier tonight, I remembered all of the times that I stared out of my dorm's window. My second dorm. It was high enough for me to see all of downtown. I always spotted on building that had blinking red lights. And I always wanted to be on the roof of that building. I don't know why, considering that I hate heights. But those lights blinked every night. And when the wind blew against the window, that was heaven. Definitely a feeling I'll never forget.

I think they want to wake me up at 8 or 9 tomorrow morning. Not gonna happen. I still have to pack, and I would much rather sleep than eat breakfast. Besides, my stomach is picky when it comes to breakfast.

Now that I'm thinking about it, I'll probably come back early anyway. My nephew is going to be really upset once I leave. That kid is really attached to me. He'll say my name before he says "mama" or "dada." And when he doesn't see me, he looks for me.

Either way, I better get ready. And get some sleep.