It's about fucking time.

After literally dozens minutes of studing the semester is finally over. Thank you God. This has possible been the most fucked up 5 months of my life. I have no regrets for anything that i have done or said only for what i didn't. May this break and lots of alcohol help me to blur any memory of this last semester. All but one. It's funny how things work out. Last day of class, and i finally take jason and jerome's advise and go for it. She didn't see it coming as she sat in her honda accord. She had a smile of curiousity as I stood by her car. She probally saw it coming. I asked Britta out. Sorry ladies. Last but not least I got to send a big fuck you to my easy but long business final and a big hug to Britta and Jason for making this sorry excuse for a man into a happier sorry excuse for a man. To the past, a wrecking ball. To the future a loud, smoking, alcoholic.

All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.
All in all you were all just bricks in the wall. - Pink Floyd