Done. Finally.
I have finished school completely, utterly, and without remorse. I have done a load of laundry which includes many pairs of much-needed undergarments. I have eaten plenty of fiber today, and thus I have also contributed to healthy regularity on my own part.
I have called and chatted with my very significant other today, and had a cheery and charming conversation with him, despite his mild drunkenness at the time. I have gotten myself halfway through a delightful little book called The Tale of Despereaux, which I highly recommend to anyone.
I have spent quality time snuggling my kitty-cat. I have satisfied a Trekkie craving. I have played addicting computer games and wasted time. I have sent an important email which is why I am now completely, utterly and remorselessly finished with my sophomore year of college.
I will now proceed to curl up in bed with said book, and fall asleep at some point. Tomorrow I will help Molly and Nate move into their new abode, and probably just chill with them when that's mostly done. On Thursday I will see Hamlet at the Guthrie with my Mom, Ryan, and family friends. For the rest of the month, I plan to do exactly and only as I please. Starting in June, I will be working two jobs, earning buttloads of monies to be spent on rent, groceries, and eventually foreign travel in the next two years of college.
Eventually I will graduate college, by which time I will be quite glad of it. I will then be completely, utterly, and remorselessly finished with school for an indeterminate amount of time. Some day I will attend graduate school and travel more extensively overseas. Perhaps between college and graduate school I will also make more significant changes/improvements in my life, such as living apart from my parents in the cities and owning my very own pet. I might even choose to devote myself to one person for the conceivable forever. I might die. I might even shave my head for a play or display my nude form for a class or audience in the name of art.
But for right now, I am content to be done so completely. I am utterly ecstatic to see Nate and Molly and Phydog tomorrow. I feel no remorse for wanting to spend a whole month freeloading off my parents.
Fin.
I have called and chatted with my very significant other today, and had a cheery and charming conversation with him, despite his mild drunkenness at the time. I have gotten myself halfway through a delightful little book called The Tale of Despereaux, which I highly recommend to anyone.
I have spent quality time snuggling my kitty-cat. I have satisfied a Trekkie craving. I have played addicting computer games and wasted time. I have sent an important email which is why I am now completely, utterly and remorselessly finished with my sophomore year of college.
I will now proceed to curl up in bed with said book, and fall asleep at some point. Tomorrow I will help Molly and Nate move into their new abode, and probably just chill with them when that's mostly done. On Thursday I will see Hamlet at the Guthrie with my Mom, Ryan, and family friends. For the rest of the month, I plan to do exactly and only as I please. Starting in June, I will be working two jobs, earning buttloads of monies to be spent on rent, groceries, and eventually foreign travel in the next two years of college.
Eventually I will graduate college, by which time I will be quite glad of it. I will then be completely, utterly, and remorselessly finished with school for an indeterminate amount of time. Some day I will attend graduate school and travel more extensively overseas. Perhaps between college and graduate school I will also make more significant changes/improvements in my life, such as living apart from my parents in the cities and owning my very own pet. I might even choose to devote myself to one person for the conceivable forever. I might die. I might even shave my head for a play or display my nude form for a class or audience in the name of art.
But for right now, I am content to be done so completely. I am utterly ecstatic to see Nate and Molly and Phydog tomorrow. I feel no remorse for wanting to spend a whole month freeloading off my parents.
Fin.