I took my last final today, so bring on the trashy romance novels and B movies! There's nothing like going from physics to The Real Housewives of Orange County. I'm going to plant myself on the sofa and not move until the new year. I'm going to order people not to ask me anything that might provoke thought. Don't even ask me the time (even though my watch is digital)! My sole purpose is to make the new neurons in my brain atrophy beyong all repair. When I return to school, they will have to put me on the short bus.
Now that I think about it, I mean I wasn't really thinking I was just, you know . . . Anywho, I might get off the couch for Christmas. Then again, I might not. I'll just sit there until the drool starts. As a Christmas present to those in my household I should probably shower. The smell will be pretty pungent by then.
No seriously, I am plum-tuckered out! Stick a fork in me--I'm done! I can make no contributions to society at this point. Just let me waste away in peace. Do not resuscitate. Good-bye world, it was really great getting to know you and all the laws of gravitation that make planetary motion possible, but I have to go now. It's time to share myself with others, namely Redbox and Ti-Vo.
