You know, convocation? That hours-long thing where you sit with a buncha pricks, dressed like some kinda jerk, and get congratulated for having the money and time to have been there?
Anyhow. The ceremony went forward, and I was a block away in a Harveys eating an Angus burger with one Johnathan Handler.
Still, feels sort of odd. Like I'm not doing what I'm supposed to.
But then again, all of the best moments in my life have come from not doing what I'm supposed to. Every last one of them.
No real point to this post, I guess. Just strange to think of this. If its such an end of an era, how come every goddamned blasted thing has stayed exactly the same?