What in the hell happened? One minute, I was sitting here, all nice and organized at the beginning of a freshly minted semester, and here I am~frazzled, unwashed, horrid~trembling in the shadow of finals week.
Guh. I don't know where it goes. In unrelated (but awfully relevant) news, my brother just turned 27. TWENTY-SEVEN, for crying out loud!!! That ostensibly means that I am going to be 29 in January.
I have one last year of my 20's remaining. Thank god I will finally be graduated. I don't think I could live with the shame of being 30 and not having earned my undergraduate degree.
Anyhow, this is going to be short and sweet. I miss and love everyone. I will be back tomorrow to gripe loudly about everything that is wrong with the world. Much like Granddaddy Tom, I feel that a good old fashioned rant really puts me back in the "happy place" I need to be in to accomplish the mountain of school work that is breathing down my neck.
It is almost over, and I couldn't be happier. At least if I had time to actually consider how I feel.