The old Olde.

I suppose there comes a time in every college students life, where, in a crowded room you take a look around and you think:

"Who the hell are you people?!"

And there I stood, second floor of an Olde duplex, in tres chic dress from American Apparel wondering just who all these people are. There once was an age when I knew everyone at a party, they were happy to see me, and my drinks could be free. Except, I'm a senior and all my friends have graduated, all these people are younger than me, and of course no one knows who I am if I won't bother talking to them.

Not saying I should, just sayin'.

I guess this means it's time to graduate.