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Jul. 12th, 2006 06:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardI am almost home.
I fly home on Friday.
I have one more day of class.
The Paper of DOOM is done, edited, and in final form.
Oh thank God. I want FOOD.
I mean, come on, college cafeteria food. Me = picky eater. Which means: me surviving on fries, cereal, ice cream, hot dogs, chocolate, water, and Jamba Juice. Now, the Jamba Juice part is good, except for the part where I now want stuff at the bookstore, which translates to not spending money on food.
Actually, granted, they're feeding us real food today, but consider that there are two hundred people plus in line. Yeah.
*collapses*
I fly home on Friday.
I have one more day of class.
The Paper of DOOM is done, edited, and in final form.
Oh thank God. I want FOOD.
I mean, come on, college cafeteria food. Me = picky eater. Which means: me surviving on fries, cereal, ice cream, hot dogs, chocolate, water, and Jamba Juice. Now, the Jamba Juice part is good, except for the part where I now want stuff at the bookstore, which translates to not spending money on food.
Actually, granted, they're feeding us real food today, but consider that there are two hundred people plus in line. Yeah.
*collapses*