Mylanta

I found out today that I'm 5 classes, not 4, from graduating next Spring. At first, I was a little upset ... but in the end, who cares ... what's another class! At this point, I don't really care. Mentally, I'm done with school. I'm tired of homework and assignments. I'm tired of having to be somewhere at a certain time. I'm tired of waking up when the alarm goes off. I'm tired of checking email. I'm tired of having to reply. I'm done!

So as I wait till graduation, I'll inject as much nicotine as I can into my body. Wait for the one powerball ticket that will make a difference. Eat as much country-fried steak as I want ... w/ mashers. And smoke myself into a coma ... waking up on a fluffy little cloud in my after life. Then shortly after I'll realize that rent is due, my bills are late ... and I'm still broke. I'll still have assignments, I'll be under paid and that damm alarm will still be ringing. Mylanta ... take me away!!!