Genghis

final

Beecher just called and woke me up at this gawdawful hour. Seems he wants to go to a bar and grill for lunch before he leaves town. I've eaten there before. They have good food and cheap beer. Most of the students have already left, so it won't be crowded, either. I've got my only final today, though I should be done with it in plenty of time to meet him for lunch. Just in case, he's going to wait for me to call him before heading over there.

The end of my semester went as expected. It just drives nails into my brain knowing that I have to go through all of this again. I really want to kill my advisor for this. It's all her fault I can't graduate when I want to. Fucker telling me one thing when it's apparently not the right thing and her assuring me it's ok.

Damn. That was Jason calling to see if I wanted to get lunch with him and Beecher. And asking if he could get a ride over there. No, he can't because I'm walking. Now I've completely lost my train of thought.

It doesn't matter. I think I'm going to stay in town here for as much of the break as possible. My car still needs a bit of work that I can get done. Plus, I want to spend as little time as possible with the parental units. I know they've over-decorated the house for Christmas again. I swear I can almost smell the mulled cider and gingerbread cookies from here. They're both psycho.

I'm going to catch some more sleep before this final. Then I'm going to walk to lunch (Jason can walk and like it or get his own damned car) and drink my way through my semester-end pitcher of Guiness.