A Little Cup of Cyanide

So, I was revising poems for my creative writing portfolio, and I decided to do a post. Why? Because revising poetry can keep me entertained for only, oh, let's say all of two seconds. Then I want to start ripping my hair out or bashing people's heads in with my computer. Which is bad. Poem revision = bad.

Only two finals to go and I'll be outa here. I should be super excited. Actually, I'm not. Weird. I was packing my stuff earlier trying to be excited, and it just hit me out of nowhere. I don't want to be packing my stuff up, and I don't want to be going home. It could be because I spent most of the year here. I only got home three times the whole year. It could be that I'm just now starting to let my bubble thin out a little. I'm pretty sure that once I get home the only contact I'll have with the outside world is through my computer. Although I do have some pretty awesome plans, I know how my plans usually work out. Look at the infamous AFI concert. Not only did I not get to go, but I lost $60 in the process, and one of my suitemates was actually scared of me for a while after that. Anyway, I know I'll be locked away in my house for the next few months. And after the progress I've made, it kind of feels like it was all for nothing. It took me a year to get where I am at the moment. It won't take a whole 3-4 months to undo it. So I'll be starting over in August, I guess.

Okay, finished emo-ing, I've been pretty busy lately. I'm sure I would have loved to rant about all my doings before, but it's only fun to rant straight after. So yeah. Let's just leave it at Lisa, yes, Lisa, has been busy. You just fainted, right? Right? I knew you would.