Saturday. Sunshine. Study Guides...

So the weekend is half way over and my final is creeping closer like a scary thing ready to pounce... They seriously could make a horror movie about the Metaphysics Monster. It corners students and asks them about being and existence and if they answer wrong, they're told that they are contingent, not necessary being. Then the Metaphysics Monster eats them. Yep. Horror movie, I tell you. Rated R for violence.
Speaking of movies, R rated or otherwise, tomorrow I will finish my year-long project, "God willing and it don't rain"- as the saying goes. Though it's usually "And the river don't rise," and neglects to mention rain. But I don't really care about the river rising right now, I don't need to go over the Low-water bridge.

Out of my list posted yesterday of things that I would be doing, the following have happened:
Went to the Dance Under the Stars
Went to the River
Studied for metaphysics (though I will study more as soon as I stop writing this entry)

These things will happen soon:
Going into town

These things will happen (provided all goes well) tomorrow:
Film the rest of the movie
Edit the movie for Sunday
Go to Mass
Study for Metaphysic.

Eating a grilled cheese sandwich has been postponed indefinitely.

So, last night I went to my last River- maybe my last River ever, certainly my last for quite some time. I reflected, though not very deeply, about Rivers I went to in previous years. I'm sure I'm remembering things better than they actually were, but... maybe I'm not? Either way, I remember nights when we were so loud we could be heard from the path before you crossed the creek. Nights that the police barge went by and we sang even louder- probably a bit stupid, but very satisifying. Nights where I didn't just sit down on a log and stare at the fire for the whole night- I sang every other song because I knew every other song, and I toasted marshmallows and was a happy little sophomore. But things changed. People graduated. The dynamic of the group shifted. It will never be what it used to be for me. And when it was so great it hardly ever occurred to me that things could be so different.
Okay, getting far too angsty/serious here!:)
It was nice while it lasted, and now it's gone. I just have to remember the good times I had and forget about the rest until I need the information therein as incontrovertible proof that nothing lasts forever. And I have enough things to remind me of that for now. Still, I can look back at this part of my past as a door I didn't slam shut, but left open just a crack. Later, much later, if I want to, I can stop by and see how things are going.
Anyway. Stayed up until late last night/this morning and it was nice. B, if you're reading this, you're a good conversationalist- that's the best mix of listening/talking I've had in a while. :)

Went to Shield this morning, no turn arounds. But you never know what your presence means, or how much your prayers can help people, so you have to resist the temptation to quantify and make 0 turn-arounds = 0 progress. Again, all kudos to brave K who does side-walk counselling, and to the tireless (so long as he's not 'tire'-less;)) PW who inspires his followers to come again and again.:)

Right. Now I have some metaphysics studying to do, and some underclass(wo)men to hang out with. And a movie to edit. My life will not be dull.
And if B or anyone else in the wide vastness of the blogosphere is reading this, please feel free to leave comments, cryptic or otherwise.