That's what my dad says when ending a phone call. I will take those words to heart at approximately 5:30 tomorrow...when finals have officially concluded. It will be at that point that I will resume my life as a(n):
- Movie watcher
- Food maker
- Love haver
- Sleeper
- Traveler
- Attractive Girl
- Basketball Game Attender
- Fingernail Cutter (not Biter.)
- Journal Writer
- Spanish Speaker (Wait. Not that.)
- Grandma's House Visitor
- Clean Clothes Wearer
- AND non Headache Haver
I am particularly excited about that last one. Finals are here to be loathed. If you do not loathe them...what exactly is wrong with you? See a doctor. My hometeacher is going to cure cancer. Maybe you should go talk to him and see if he can work some stress and discomfort and sorrow into your life. Goodbye finals. I only have 5 more of you (hopefully!) and I am not ONE bit sad about that. I will dig your grave, cover it with sand and then jump on it, spit on it and...hire a boy to pee on it while I turn and laugh, awkwardly looking the other direction. That's what I think about college finals.
