No one's neck's as incredibly thick as Gaston's

This blog was started almost four years ago. I was but a freshman in college then. So young, so naive. So ready to get out of Binghamton, and move on to greater pastures at Pepperdine or San Diego State or Rutgers. But while I was so busy looking ahead, I thoroughly forgot that there was a little something called school and exams going on at that point in my life, hence here I am four years later, a Binghamton University graduate. I managed to have some good times here and there and met some good people a long the way. Sure I dreaded the place a lot and for the first three and a half years I was ready to get out of there once break hit. Then that final semester came. I came to realize that there were actually some pretty decent people out there that were interesting and fun and what not. Had I invested in deeper relationships with people earlier on, who knows what Binghamton would've brought. College definitely had its rough patches. Very rough patches. And there's definitely regrets. But why dwell on such things? They've become who I am.
Anyways, it's a tad bit upsetting to see how little I've grown up in those four years. I'm still scared out of my mind with change. Still afraid to make big jumps in life, my cowardice holds me back in making those jumps. I'm still somewhat unsure as to what this romantic love is all about, although I've discovered that I tend to be a bit of a hopeless romantic at times. I look back on the past entries here and on xanga and find that God has become a smaller aspect in my everyday life. I find this so disheartening. God, let's catch up. Maybe over some coffee.
This entry is all over the place. I'll leave it at this for now.