So, this is what it feels like to not have anything on my desk.
Just in time for Thanksgiving, or perhaps in spite of it, I have managed to finish off all projects due with no time to spare. My English paper, my nutrition project, and the odd assortment of tests have consumed me for the last two weeks, and this is the first time I’ve been able to breathe. For the first time this semester, I can finally say it: it’s all downhill from here.
Today, though is a much more special day than just the day that I’ve finally caught up on all my work.
No, it’s ME’s birthday, and she’s finally reached the age where everyone hates you (oblique Blink-182 reference). Finally, I have a friend I can shop for at the bookstore, and I have managed to get her a present that I know she’ll love, even if she’s read the book before.
She’s an evil person, to be sure. Pushing books on me like a crack dealer, saying she’s concerned that I shouldn’t borrow so many books because I’ve got stuff that has to get done, but oh, here, you absolutely need to read this one too. And somehow I’ve got another ten books that I didn’t start out with that morning.
I can excuse the evilness, though, since she can mock along with the best of them—me, I mean. We’re a force in class, even more so if we’ve both done the reading, and it’s hard for others to get a word in between us. And the snide comments we make to each other doesn’t endear us to our classmates, either.
So, Happy Birthday, ME. May you have many long years of being a snide, obnoxious English major ahead of you. Don’t ever change.
-”What’s My Age Again,” Enema of the State: Blink-192
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