End of semesters are always sad for me.

One day we'll talk about 2000, 2005, and 2012, and people will listen the same way we listen to older people talk about the '50s and '60s. It will all seem unfamiliar and uninteresting to them, even though these years currently hold our lives and everything we love. We'll remember a few important memories from them - some songs and images will always remind us - but our neurons can't hold it all. Most everything will be gone. People will live in our dorms and think about the students who lived there 50 years ago: us.

I want to always be twenty. I want to always go to college and stress out over final exams and what I'm going to do with my life, as if there will ever be any certainty. I want to be able to play roller derby without worrying about my body falling apart. I want to get drunk and do stupid things and live off of Ramen Noodles and dry cereal. I want to always have enough courage to yell at old conservative men and sexist people at parties, and I want to always care enough to do it. I want to be able to stay at my parents' house knowing they expect me to make a mess of my bedroom, and I want to always have a room here. I want to cuss every other word because why the fuck not?