Its done, and i really cant believe how melodramatic it feels. Where's my damn button to wear that says im not a first termer. Wheres my cake with hot 2ls jumping out. This town is dead. Honestly thought finals were going to be a little more intense, but maybe ive actually learned to deal with stress better than most.
Now off to my doggie and fam and some real home cooked food. As chick hearn used to say. The door's shut, the lights are out, the eggs are cold, the butter's hard, and the jello is jiggling. Im out. See you all in vacation-land.
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