Counting down...

Alright, my last desk shift (maybe ever) will end at 1:30 tomorrow. Wow. I've had this job for 3 years...and now it is like...gone. Doesn't even feel like it is.

My last final for the time being will be on Friday at 8am.

I have so much to do between now and those times. Studying, cleaning, organizing my life.

I'm taking a huge leap pretty soon. Not even sure if I'm emotionally ready to do it if something ends up going wrong. Just know that if I don't I am going to regret it. Maybe, I should just have a little more faith? But honestly, I don't even know what that is. I've never had faith in anything. Especially other people. Especially myself.

Finals Week - An end to it all.

This may be my last finals week and beginning to what I hope is a long sabbatical from tedious paper writing/busy work. I have three finals and one take home one (which seems to be so easy that it is actually hard). In lieu of studying I played pokemon, talked to Dan, went to get coffee/chinese food with Bryan, watched movies about South Africa (hoping to retain some knowledge for my final), frantically looked online for someone to Jank around with, and now I'm resorting to talking to dead space.

I've been stress eating all day beside munching on orange chicken and rice about 2 hours ago, I also ate my weight in Doritos. I have a muffin in the fridge waiting for when I actually get hungry. Which I suspect won't happen for a couple of days. My dad offered me some sort of job since my job will be over the end of this week. Wow... I'm really going to miss my job. =[ I'd be lying if I said that losing my school job during my time-off wasn't stressing me out. (Enter bag of Doritos - stage left)

Now I'm listening to Paper Route on Itunes and crying. Ughhhhh the stressssss. I honestly wouldn't care so much about finals if I wasn't leaving school for a couple of semesters. I want to end on a high note. I want As in Ohio History, Environmental History, and South African History. I already know that my professor for U.S. 1920 - 1945 is a picky picky grader and will probably give me a B. I already know I passed my Poetry class with an A. But man, those histories...I want As. I want to leave and look at my grades and be like, "You know? I kicked ass. I rocked that semester."

But these finals are the end pages to a chapter of my life I'm ready to close. Sequel is to come, but right now I don't mind skipping around. Lets just hope everyone carries on reading this book. I hope, along with them, that it will become more exciting. And have a happy ending.

5 DAYS!

Mr. Dan Motherfucking Grundy is going to be here in FIVE MOTHERFUCKING DAYS from MOTHERFUCKING England to spend THREE MOTHERFUCKING WEEKS with me in MOTHERFUCKING America. I'm really excited. As you can probably tell.

I don't even like the coalesced version of the above mention profane phrase. I just thought it better to describe all the HOLY FUCK I'm feeling right now. I want to clean my whole house like a opossum on crack (AKA Charlie Sheen). I want to buy all the food he will ever want and shower him in beef jerky when he arrives. I want to sleep, just sleep and not do anything else until he gets here. Then I want to jank around like a psychotic hippopotamus for hours.

Thursday...3 finals....and then THURSDAY.




Holy shit, man. I hope I stay alive til then.