I don’t really know what to expect. It’ll be a year of change, endings and beginnings and all that shit—the last time I will be a student, with the financial support of my parents and a built in excuse to binge drink and slack off.
Hopefully I’ll get a job and find a city/apartment to call home. Hopefully I’ll continue finding people to spend my life with, great friends, and maybe a dude who doesn’t suck. Hopefully the world won’t end at the zero date in the mesoamerican/mayan long count calendar.
I guess we’ll see.