It has been an interesting time. I'm considering yet another art school, I have a lovely (and dangerously intelligent) new girlfriend, and I'm actually doing well in school for once. However, on the flipside, Rennfest is ending soon. Next weekend is the last. The last song, the last flame, and the last farewell. I love this time of the year, and dread it at the same time. Strong loss, in a way, reminds us of who we are, and what we try to ignore every second of our lives. Nothing lasts forever, and everything that is worth doing is worth finishing. So while I love it, and I'll be sad to leave my home, I will come back to it with that much more fervor to be all that I can in the year to follow, to cherish it while its there. Come on, last weekend, I'm ready for you.