It hit me last night, at around 2:30 when I got home from playing a show. In 7 months I'm done... done university, I'm a grown up... time to get a real girlfriend, real job, make a real life. Growing up has always scared me, more then anything else.

I've got an appointment with a guidance assistant on Oct. 5th, they are suppose to help me find a job or find more education.

I am really trying to decide if I want to go for a masters degree, and if so a masters in what? And what school will I go to?

Fuck, the more I think about it the more I just don't want to. I watch the first year students I mentor complaining about small stupid things, and you just want them to realize that this is an amazing time in their lives, and in 3 years they will feel like first year never happened.

Theres no point to this blog post, it started on what my feelings about gum were.