leaving on a jet plane...

its 6:53, which means for the first time in my life, im ready twenty minutes early. my bags are packed, my room is stripped, and my boxes are stored safely inthe closet. man, im goin' HOME! after all the blood and tears, i get a vacation. a real, honest to goodness, vacation. for a whole. freakin. MONTH! yeah baby! ive packed and smushed my credits in so i will be walking down the aisle at graduation (no not my wedding, though that would be nice too) at graduation this coming june. look out world, here i come! one more year, and than i am out of here. and then since i have a death wish, ill be going to graduate school. but undergrad will be over and done with and the ripe old age of twenty. im going to apply to graduate shools in chicago, and some other cities too, but i really want to stay here. ive already talked to a bunch of the girlsand we are probably going to rent an apartment here in west rogers park together. my very first, my very own, apartment. i wont be under anyone else's thumb, excpet the land lord. i will officially be living on my own. the prospect of actually one dya living on my own is what i think gets me through the really long days here. and now, i am on my way out the door, to go to my home sweet home, to sleep, and read, and drink coffee. for a whole month. adios!