such sweet sorrow

Write last final: Check.
Pack all my lovables: In Progress.
Get through first year of university with sanity intact: I ain't saying nothin...

Well boyos this is it, it's time to get the hell out of here and go home. Time to cast away this sheltered university life and return to my regular sheltered life back home. Not that I'm complaining, I mean come on - with food, laundry, and shelter all provided for it's like staying at a five star hotel that Donald Trump decided to foot the bill for. Ah I can taste Mom's cooking now...mmm soon. It's been a truly wunderbar time and I'll see everyone again soon, I can't wait to see how much we change or don't change in the coming months. I wish the best of luck to everyone in all your endeavors over the summer, remember: have fun, get laid.

Though I have learned many things about myself over these many months. As it turns out I can't tell the difference between a patio set and a striper pole, nor can I find the distinction between the word "their" and the word "there" and I probably never will be able to. Toga's are fun, real fun, and I am also very easy to hoist and transport. When people shit on all the dishes it can be both hilarious and gross, and life is better taken with a grain of salt or a good bottle of rum - to each his own.

Now time to partake in some small town chronicles.

Take care everyone, remember to snuggle up close to someone on those dark summer nights and to consume more chocolate than is possible.

And now I find that the only thing
left for me to do is to SET MYSELF ON FIRE.

Why? You can't remember why... ... ...