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

[hth]

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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Hooray for that feeling! The poll - I couldn't pick any less than all the options, man, I'm sorry. You know what greedy whores we all are, we'll read anything you write and then look up expectantly for more. And novel=cool.