I know I'll make it back one of these days and turn on your T.V. to watch a man with a face like mine being chased down a busy street.

Last night was possibly the most bittersweet time of my collegiate career. Nick and I threw the last party -- the very last party -- that we will ever throw in Ada. Maybe the last party he or I will ever throw in Oklahoma, even. Every time someone retired home for the evening, I couldn't help but wonder if I would see him or her again; and, while that isn't the most depressing thing to wonder about, it makes me pretty damn blue.

But the word "bittersweet" implies an upside, and the upside is that I'll be moving to Texas in less than two weeks. I just got a place in Denton last weekend -- a one bedroom apartment on Eagle Dr., right off campus, three minutes from downtown -- and I move in on June 1st.

"Thrilling" isn't the right word; it's much scarier than that. I'm possibly the most neurotic, self-conscious human being on the face of the planet. I make Woody Allen look like The Fonz, and I'm moving to a place that exudes nonchalant coolness. I'm going to be trying to assimilate into a group of clear-faced hipsters who love my favorite records more than I do, have read all the books that intimidate me, cook better than I cook, have better sex (obviously),
and would laugh at the way I fold clothes or use the dishwasher.

Of course, I know this is ridiculous. I already have a couple friends down there. I'll fit in fine. Not only that, but I'll be living in Denton. I'll be going to UNT, where I can get a concentration in Creative Writing. I'll go to a real university! I'll live mere blocks away from the best venues, the used bookstore, an exciting and pulsating city!

I lied when I said "thrilling" wasn't the right word.

Thrilling!
Thrilling!
Thrilling!