baconboy42's Diaryland Diary

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Finally, you fuckers, finally, finally, finally.

I graduated. You can all exhale now.

I took a general media degree in place of the production major. This is only mildly irritating because hey, I can move to New York with a film degree and work for MTV or I can move to New York and work for MTV with a media degree. Big damn whoop.

But all bitterness directed toward John "The Sexist Self-Important Misogynist Awkwardly Balding Lighting 'Instructor'" Burkley aside, graduation was last week and I finally felt like I was leaving Webster behind. With degree in hand, my terrific film and I are leaving Webster behind, leaving college behind, leaving the great American Midwest behind come September.

And I'm leaving this diary behind, too.

After three years, tonight I log my last entry into diaryland.

If graduation represents a closing of a chapter in the book of one's life, then this diary must follow suit and gracefully exit in its prime, lest I keep scrounging for glory and end up with a damn "Godfather Part III" on my hands. The fact that diaryland is - let's face it, Andrew, you douche - DYING doesn't have much of a bearing on my decision to stop updating. I just feel done, you know? There's this notion in me that feels like an old dog staring down death that's gone wandering around for a place to lie down and pass away... only way, way, way less depressing and heavy-handed.

Still, I have to pause to consider all of the wonders that this diary has opened up for me. Thanks to baconboy42.diaryland.com, I was published in the St. Louis local press, was able to reconnect with friends that I otherwise would never have spoken to again, and met people that have profoundly affected the decisions that I have made in the last three years. Hell, thanks to this diary, I even fell in love.

I might start up again once I hit New York and/or get my book rolling, and if I do, I'll let you all know.

But you just can't walk away from something like this.

If I can get a grasp on the unstable conduct of my life, hopefully a book will be in my future. I have over 60 regular readers of my diary, and if said book ever goes to press, I owe you all a signed copy.

The benediction will read something not unlike the following:

"Dear [loyal reader],

Thank you. Thank you for listening. Thank you for being entertained. Thank you for making me feel worthwhile. Thank you for reaching out to me in all of your little ways (and some less little than others). Every click of your mouse that sent you to my diary was like a beat of my heart that sustained and continues to sustain me every day. There are some of you that I became in close touch with because of this diary, and I hope we keep contact no matter how significant. I began this diary on April 11th, 2002 as a self-serving pasttime, but you... you have all thrust yourselves into my life. I'll never stop appreciating that. Still, even if you choose to walk away, then please remember that I am so thankful for you that I can't adequately express my gratitude in words. Therefore, I will not struggle for a tribute. I will do the best I can for all of us: I will be silent."

-Andy

But you guys, before I go I have to tell you that last night I made Illinois corn chowder for dinner, right, and it had a ton of CORN in it, and this morning at work I took two dumps and the first one just had SOME corn in it but the second one - which came about half an hour later - was pretty much PURE CORN, like, 5% shit and 95% CORN, LIKE MY ASSHOLE WAS JUST SPRAYING OUT WHOLE MOTHERFUCKING FUCKING KERNELS OF CORN!!!

HOW GREAT IS THAT?!?!?!

8:39 p.m. - 2005-05-24

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