The end of days
Well, not in the apocalyptic Arnold Schwarzenegger sense. More like in the college sophomore year sense. It's weird, I'm caught between a feeling of intense sadness and complete apathy. It must be my teenage hormones kicking in. Maybe this will all be solved in two months when I turn 20. Criminy, time moves fast. Well, rather than waxing poetic and being philosophical and spilling my guts, or any other similar saying, I'd best go study for my last exam, which is in fact tomorrow and threatens my constantly with the fact that I have spent little to no time preparing for it. Arrivederci.