Last Friday I graduated from university. I would have liked to play that off as something other than a big deal, but I am unable to do so. It is a big deal. For the first time in my life, I don't know what happens next. I'm not going to lie to you here... I'm pretty fucking terrified.

The last week has been... well... it's been fast. I like to think there's a difference between drinking and celebrating, but those two lines draw dangerously close as each night progresses. And then E3 started, and then the alcohol stopped being an excuse and started being a result. This is what happens when you take an extremely exhausted, malnourished, lost human being and expose them to an overwhelmingly crippling wealth of information: Simply put, after the first day of E3 I pretty much mentally surrendered. I took note of events but my ability to care was significantly hindered by both my psychological and physical state. I spent the last seventy two hours on autopilot, sub-consciously water-skiing; terrified that if I stopped moving I would sink and drown.

I graduated.

I'm leaving university, where I have lived for 3 years, and I might never come back. I'm leaving all my friends and I might never see them again. I have no money, no job, nowhere to live except back with my parents. These are problems to which solutions must be found. For the first time in a long time, shit is happening. Things of relatively great importance. E3... well... E3 can wait.

It's times like these that you have to stop and look at what you are doing, what you have done, and what you are going to do. Fresh perspective is hard to find, and being granted such perspective is an opportunity, a privilege, that cannot be wasted. So right now I'm looking at myself and I'm trying to figure out if I like what I see.

...This might take a while.

As always, thanks for reading.

Love Sweep.

Fake your own death

Well, at least you don't have to do another gibberish final ever again, right?

And look at it this way: You aren't a pedo-licious teddy with testicles for a face who preys on young girls. I think you'll get along just fine.

I remember you when you were this tall. You'll do well Mr. Sweep. But always keep a cardboard box handy. You never know.

@Claude: After I wrote this blog I set my desktop background to cycle through 24 combinations of 9x9 cloud patterns every ten seconds. It was based on this song:

And then I sat there watching it for about 3 hours and listening to music. It was... well... I feel better now :D

Here are the images, in case anybody wants to try it out:

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Congratulations Sweepums! I totally understand the nervousness and fear and binge drinking. If it's any consolation, of all my friends who've graduated this year, I worry least about your success. blah blah emotions, shoulder pats, pints. You'll be okay bro.
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Congrats!