So it's my last night here at The Wonderfully Manicured School of Absolute Shit and my suitemates are, of course, blaring a movie . Maid in Manhattan this time. I can hear it through two walls and my headphones. They jumped in the lake last night. I'm hoping they grow parasites. Oh, don't look at me like that. They don't even know how to pronounce 'paradigm.' Or what one is. Makes me feel just swell about being accepted at the same school they were.
The Fruit Hoarder is gone and my room looks downright institutional. So, we obviously have to check out of our rooms. And you'd think that since the RA's have to check you out, they wouldn't, oh, I don't know, schedule an RA meeting during one of the most common checkout times so I have to check out an hour earlier. Yes. You would think that, wouldn't you? I swear to God, all the intelligence in this school went to designing the landscape. So after I check out Dahlink is taking me to dump my stuff at the storage place and then to Biscuitville for a southern sendoff breakfast. My first time at Biscuitville. Then off to the airport. Once home, my loving parents will feed me and I shall rejoin my delightfully irreverent friends from above the Mason-Dixon line.
The fact that it's going to be about 15 degrees colder than what I'm used to is going to fuck me over. As is the fact that I put most of my pants in storage. Alas.