hth | they're really going to give me a *degree* for this?

I mean, dude. I stayed up til 4 o'clock last night organizing my vid collection, then finished a portfolio and took a final while coked up to the eyeballs. I mean, true, we're talking Diet Coke (TM), here, but still, does this seem like the way grown-ups with college degrees are supposed to manage their resources?

The older I get, the more I begin to suspect all y'all adults were really faking it all along.

Anyway, yesterday while trying to write a 13 page Yeats paper in one day (I know, right?), I overheard this in the student union: There were three questions I had absolutely no idea about, but you know what? I don't care. Last! Final! Ever! And I thought to myself, self, soon that will be us.

Today it is us, by which I mean me. Me me me me! Last final ever! Papers written! All done! Wa-hey!

And as I am now released from my self-imposed vow of writing celibacy (it was going to be for the last three weeks of school -- but then I was so *close* to finishing "Breathe You Deep," I just had to, and then there was headbanger TSF -- damn you,

sga_flashfic! -- so, okay, it was like eight days of writing celibacy, but it FELT LIKE FOREVER), I'm all hyped up to go home and write something!

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