Graduating... or trying to

So I'm trying to graduate from college. And it's taking longer than I thought. Yes, I have joined the ranks of fifth year seniors. Super seniors, as I like to say (because then I can be a dork and laugh it off as I strike a pose).

The sad part of this entire trip is that I currently have the next year of my life planned. I know what hours I'll be working this summer, I know what classes I'm taking this summer, and next semester... pretty much everything. Now I like having stuff planned, and knowing what I'm doing on a day to day basis, but I think this is going a little far.

This summer is going to be a combination of ultra coolness, and total suck. Coolness because I get to finally go bar-hopping with my best friend. This summer is my last as an undergrad and I'm going to make it the best I can. First stop for Katie and I - Kennedy's and then the diner because there is no better place to go when you're drunk then the BLD. But on the other side, my summer starts by my staying in Kansas for an extra month to take History and Philosophy of Psych. By the time I get home, I'll be starting not one, but two classes at CCM as well as working full time for the Y. I'm not too happy about this, but there isn't any other way that I'm going to be able to graduate.

On a totally different note, I was going through my friends on facebook and found one that... Well, I guess it's going to take some explaining. I know this person through a comination of my brother (boyscounts), school (we went to the same high school for a year) and work (we worked together for a summer). We know each other, but have never been overly friendly, but he requested me as a friend on facebook, and like most cases, we've never spoken or posted or anything. I guess a big part of this was because I never really liked his friends, and they never really liked me. They were actually a source of great frustration in high school (they made fun of everyone and we had a few fights and arguments).
Anyway... I had always hoped that he would grow up and grow apart from those people, and from what I've been hearing recently, it seems he has. The last time I was home I saw him and we had one of those small chat, hey how are you doing conversations. I guess I'm just kinda wary about him. I don't really know where I'm going with this right now, but he's always been one of those people that everything he does on the surface is for show and so that he fits in with those that are cool, but I know he's not really like that (and it doesn't hurt that he's kinda cute, too).
So I'm going to be taking these classes at County, four night a week, and I'm kinda worried about running into him. I probably shouldn't be worred about it, because it's probably not going to happen.

I could just go back and erase all of this, but what's the point of a blog if I do that? It's what's on my mind.

I'll get back to you later.