::clamor

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it is done, and done, and done, and done.

i have hurled my brain against the styrofoam and concrete monolith that is academia, and it has reeled. i now wait only to watch it crash to the ground with a thunderous BOOM. the dust will spread over the land and my army will party on the fucking ruins.

it’s good to be king for a night. at least, in my own little wrapped-up world.

my massive, blisteringly engorged brain has intimidated the weather into cooperation. temperatures this week will be twenty degrees above normal in my locality. i approve and order a day off and an extra measure of ambrosia for the entity responsible for fulfilling my desire. that’s totally bitchin.

yes, i said bitchin.

i’m also starting a new fashion by not using capital letters in this entry. even in the title, bitches.

c’mon, dare you. bet you can’t do just one.

i refuse to gripe about any of the things that have been bothering me. i’m done with finals and out of school for a couple weeks, and that’s all that matters to me right now.