Today is chockfull of celebrity birthdays—Brad Pitt, Keith Richards, Christina Aguilera, and more. What celebrities do you share your birthday with? Do you find any similarities between you and those who share your birthday?
I don't know; it seemed important to answer that question. And since I'm updating...I AM DONE WITH COLLEGE. Oh my God, what?? Yeah! I'm done! In fact, I was all done with the work as of 7:30 PM last night! Wednesday! And I am not ashamed to admit that on the bus ride back from turning in my last assignment today, I totally cried. Which is insane, because for all the times I've cried about not being done, and being totally overwhelmed and panicked and hating everything academic about college, I never thought about being sad it was over. Missing people, sure, but school? Nah.
But then I was looking out at the arborteum, thinking about how this might be the last time I ever saw this view through a Link bus window, and all the emotions hit at once. Damn it! I'm going to miss everything! We were coming through the town and I was all *sob* "But this is my second home! My tiny little rural town with all its familiar houses and sidewalks! I wanna live heeeeeere still!" I've already forgotten all the bad things like presentations and Miserable Classes of Death, and can only remember the good classes and great professors and the papers that got As.
In short, I AM NOT READY TO BE DONE. I mean, I'm able to accept it better than I accepted the end of high school, because I got to do it in stages - lose the classmates to graduation in spring, have another half year to adjust to the loss of the campus - and it feels like I managed to steal extra time, but...I'm still sad. Which is why I refuse to go home until tomorrow, although I still have to pack up everything in my room today so my roommate (the RA) can check me out. I've already put away my clothes and emptied my drawers, though, so that's the main part taken care of.
In other news, last night was awesome:
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(I need a new transition phrase) , except for the British novels I sold most of my books back and got a pretty good haul - except, as usual, for French. Bloody French class was the second most expensive one of the semester - over a hundred dollars - but only 3 of the 7 books were accepted. I got a whopping $2.25 for them, which I took because I wasn't especially fond of them and I don't know where else I can dump books written in French. The one I was really pissed about not selling was La Ville Noire, because not only was it boring, apparently that thing cost me $40 new. 300 page novel! Paperback! FORTY DOLLARS. Even the cover price says 15 euros. The hell is this nonsense, I ask you.
On the bright side, at least I'm not that poor girl who was holding a heavy textbook and telling her friend "God, I'm so excited to sell this thing back. I hate Spanish!", only to have the buyer immediately inform her that they'd already filled their quota and weren't buying any more copies of that text. Harsh.
P.S. Wow...I finally have all this free time, I'm ready to kick back and start the relaxing, and...I don't want to watch TV? I don't even know! I'm just so dazed and confused by the fact that I'm d-o-n-e that I just want to sit back and let the feeling wash over me. Maybe I'll walk around campus one last time. Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. Until tomorrow, then, au revoir.