This will be my last Xanga post before I'm a married man.

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Okay, bring on the marriage!

-Matt

Nobody Xangas anymore.

At least for me and my friends/acquaintances, it is a bygone era, but one that will be memorialized within the vast recesses of the Internet for as long as there are fossil fuels to burn for electricity. The Monster must always be fed, you know.



-Me

This summer in Huntington is like the last song on an overly repetitive album. And that's okay.

I am back in Wright Hall again, for one more summer. I'm glad I spent a year away from the place before returning to that sweet, old, dilapidated building. It really feels like going to camp for the summer, with all the familiar smells and features that hearken from the days of my "youth" when I was a younger college person. Having spent my second night last night once more in a Wright Hall bed it's all starting to feel like a second home again, albeit much emptier this time around.

Ironically, I also find myself again working at the PERC, where I am now sitting and typing this. This is something like my 6th year working here. I remember when I was but a senior in high school talking with Susan Bensen and Katie Razor and anticipating the awesomeness that is college. And starting a Xanga for the first time.Wow. That ages me. Time flies when you're ancient like me.

Part of me is in denial that I'm not in school anymore. I'm a little antsy that I don't have a project to work on (I brought my Russian book to work with me, just in case) but I'm definitely not missing classes and I'm catching up on my pleasure reading. I found that it's best not to read Jurassic Park late at night; I went to the bathroom after reading the part when the power shuts off and the electric fences are rendered helpless. When I came out, the automatic lights suddenly shut off and scared me half to death. But I'm still loving all the time to read to my heart's content.

I miss people. Josh left for Chicago today, so that's one less person in town. Steve and Ryan are at home, and people that would otherwise be close by - namely, Justin - are in freakin' Europe on PRIME. Lots of people are just plain living their lives elsewhere, married or moved or both. I realize a lot of friends are just a phone call away, but I severely miss the presence of people and the availability to be with them in person. This feels a lot like the summer after freshman year; I didn't have too many friends in town and basically waited for everyone to come back for school. Since I'm still going to be here in August when school starts again, I find myself with that same situation.

And, of course, I miss Aaron. This summer is SO nice, though, when compared to the Summer of Cinci-PRIME. A distance of a mere two hours and relative freedom of when to call makes things very bearable. This is just one of the ways that time has made us more secure in our relationship. And I have to agree with her when she said today "I just want to get married already." Me too, dangit. And not just for the ceremony ; ) Wow, that sounds funny taken out of context. Meh.

This is about good for now.

-Matt