-- I did it. I finished my last final (first one to finish, too).
I graduate -- assuming I didn't bomb either my project or my final, none
of which is extremely likely. Or that the prof didn't fail me for
letting out a "WOOHOO" as I went out the door. I didn't think it'd
feel this good. But it does. Yeah, I should graduate
every day. I guess I shouldn't be too proud -- it took me over five
years, and it takes some people only three or four -- but it's just a gorilla
off my back. Yeah, Patrick Ewing's off my back now.
I still don't know where I'm gonna be living past tomorrow, but I don't care. Hopefully Ray will be stupid --errr--- kind enough to put me up. But right now I really don't care. I just wanna drink. Or do something other than sitting here and typing.
So I guess this'll bring Phase I of my life to a close -- the school part. Now comes Phase II -- the gettin' some part!!! This also brings to a close Phase I of stark raving mad. Like I said on the srm index page, I dunno how often I'll get a chance to update this bad boy. Some time in the future I'll be back to updating it regularly. Hopefully I'll get a chance to update it sporadically in the immediate future. I gotta get some access to a 'pooter so I can do the e-mail thang, of course. (In case it's not entirely clear, I access all this shit through the computer labs at UCLA. Now that I've finished (hopefully) and gotta move outta Westwood, I won't have regular access to one for a while.)
First thing's first. I think I'll tell that stupid idiot who got all huff-and-puffy and e-mailed me b/c I fooled his white ass to go fuck himself first.