Finals are over. Thank Jebus. Despite the fact that I've been hit with a mini-plague, I still hold a ton of respect for the guy. I got rocked pretty hard. I think I might get a B in one of my classes. I'm not even joking when I say that I'm disappointed.
The term ended up nicely with a few days of rest before the barage of finals, but until that point (see: deadweek), it was hellish. Between homework, projects and work, it was pretty terrible. I'll be glad to put this behind me.
I'm looking forward to getting back home. I have nothing on the books for the next four weeks. Wonderful. I believe I shall read a lot, program a lot and perhaps start running (my legs are going to mush from rain-induced lack of skating). It might be the last time I'll be home for that length of time. It's kind of sad -- because it still feels like home.
I got a text message from a long lost ex today. Put me in a weird space.
One thing I'm not looking forward to: the fucking drive home. In the past 5 years, the strech of road between Talent and Corvallis has mocked my attempts to return home. I could drive it with my eyes shut but it just becomes more and more painful each time I drive it.
I'll survive. With a healthy dose of Big Business and Ben Kweller. And maybe Ben Folds. Who the fuck knows.
I love you all.
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