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Sweet, sweet freedom
Dec. 15th, 2009 07:09 pmI have completed my last paper! I am done!
Current plans- going to get a drink with the last person at the Div school who I know to still be around, and later meeting up with My Boy.
I would write something interesting and clever, but at this moment, I am really just sort of basking in the lovely feeling of not having anything to do of a serious nature, and having completed my damned paper.
I honestly might consider going to bed, but the possibility of actually speaking to someone is shockingly appealing at the moment.
I'm packed, as much as I can be for the fact that I am going to be around for another day, and I basically just have to hang out tomorrow, dump the trash, mail some things, and give My Boy the milk, sour cream, and bread that I can't expect will last the two weeks I'm gone. And, honestly, clean house a little because things have gotten a little gross during the time when all the occupants were stressed out for finals and getting things done.
I'm having dinner again with My Boy and his parents again tomorrow night. It's likely to be the last time I see him before I leave. Poo.
I really kind of wish I were the type of person able to get a paper done before its due, but really, finals bring out the procrastinator in me. If I had been able to get this sucker done a few days earlier, I could have spent more time with the boy, but as it is, its done and I will be back soon enough.
But he says he's going to meet me at the airport when I come back to Chicago. :D
Current plans- going to get a drink with the last person at the Div school who I know to still be around, and later meeting up with My Boy.
I would write something interesting and clever, but at this moment, I am really just sort of basking in the lovely feeling of not having anything to do of a serious nature, and having completed my damned paper.
I honestly might consider going to bed, but the possibility of actually speaking to someone is shockingly appealing at the moment.
I'm packed, as much as I can be for the fact that I am going to be around for another day, and I basically just have to hang out tomorrow, dump the trash, mail some things, and give My Boy the milk, sour cream, and bread that I can't expect will last the two weeks I'm gone. And, honestly, clean house a little because things have gotten a little gross during the time when all the occupants were stressed out for finals and getting things done.
I'm having dinner again with My Boy and his parents again tomorrow night. It's likely to be the last time I see him before I leave. Poo.
I really kind of wish I were the type of person able to get a paper done before its due, but really, finals bring out the procrastinator in me. If I had been able to get this sucker done a few days earlier, I could have spent more time with the boy, but as it is, its done and I will be back soon enough.
But he says he's going to meet me at the airport when I come back to Chicago. :D
