Heals The Original Dryness

i wonder what it would be like to see my senior class again. i was looking thru senior pages in josie's yearbooks. i'm so disconnected from castilleja these days. it seems so distant from me. which is good. there was a lot of pain associated with that place. i was not my best person there. i absolutely loved my freshmen, and i look at they're senior pages and they dont look a day older than when i left them. but they're all grown up and going off into the world. holy shit man. and these are bright fucking kids. a part of me really wants to find out what happened to my seniors. they're all graduated from college now. thats crazy. what are they doing with themselves? are they reaching this slump that i'm sure i'll experience once i graduate. do they not know what to do with themselves? or are they delving into their careers that they are going to be hugely successful in and make lots of money and live in upper middle class houses and continue they're palo alto traditions? insanity. its such a different world. that i was never a part of. i'm a nomad... *feeling that word didn't sound as good as it could, aileen looks up on dictionary.com synonyms for nomad: wanderer, rambler, rover, vagabond... gypsy... i could be a gypsy...*

i'm going to make a business card. it shall say, "muse, chameleon, vagabond."