It's amazing. My weekend that I was so excited about completely fell through, and yet somehow, I'm fine. I really am growing up, and that excites me. One of the things that fell through was that I realized that I have somewhat outgrown Warped Tour. I still enjoy the music, but the lets-all-try-to-kill-ourselves-even-though-we-dont-really-like-this-band-theyre-just-the-ones-playing-right-now thing really just doesnt appeal to me anymore. Like while Thrice was playing, a band whose music is good and all, I couldn't enjoy myself because I wasn't able to just enjoy the music. There were too many drunken/stoned idiots rubbing their nasty sweaty shirtless bodies against me. It pains me to think of the fact that this used to give me an adrenaline rush. To make a long story longer, I've vowed not to go to Warped Tour next year (or any other year for that matter) unless there's a specific band there I want to see. This year I didn't really like a ton of the bands, and one of the ones I actually do like, the Dropkick Murphys, I missed because I got there late. The other thing that fell through was the plan to go to Busch Gardens today (yesterday?) with Mike, because someone in his family had to have emergency surgery. But as bummed as I am about it, I'm okay. A year ago, or even a month ago, I might have shut myself up in my room with depression because a friend cancelled on me, good reason or not, but I bounced right back. I'm not nearly as upset about it as I would have been "back in the day".

So yay. I'm growing up, and it's not only official by the experiences I've had in the last two days, but by the fact that if you consider that it's past midnight, I'll be at college in exactly two weeks. :)