Here's to looking at you, kid

[forfourmonths]

I'm still trying to get used to this. A few tweaks here and there and I'm probably good to go for the rest of these months, the supposedly four most stressful, death-inducing, sleep-depriving, social life-eliminating, sanity-draining months of my college life. It's suppposed to be five, but given the long Christmas break, I rounded it down to four. Fifteen is another number you might want to know. Fifteen hours before it all starts, before my 7:30 am class in a building far, far away from the office chair that my butt has been sitting on for the past  four hours.

God. What useless, neurotic blabber.