I finished my school year yesterday. I am now officially a senior. What the fuck is that about? Thank Jesus I'm not really a senior. I don't think I'm ready to try to leave. Give me another three semesters
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I'm in the same place you are... all done. I spent an inordinate amount of the day napping, and am now up and raring to go. All of my decorations came down over the weekend, and i don't recommend doint that until the absolute last minute. The nakedness of the walls is chilling.
I finished all my shit too(except a tiny thing that there's no way in hell i'm doing tonight). So I propose the three of us have some celebratory fun. D'accord?
I miss you. I'm really happy for you about your paper. Email me and tell me all about it. I only bothered putting up one poster when I came back to Durham, and that was my map of Dublin, though I've got other things on my wall. Mostly Latin stuff and calendars/lists of when I need to do things. Then there's a note from one of my friends here, a flyer for the Joyce Center, an ad for the shisha place in Durham, an ad for this one night at this one club in Durham that I've never gone to, but should, and my Guinness postcard. And my patches of the Canadian flag and the Scottish flag. I'm out of cigarettes, too, and I decided that I'd quit, but I really miss it already. And yes. I miss you. Email me, please.
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Hope to see you sometime soon.
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