Congratulations!

For those who've survived another year of academia and stress. Props.

To Bradford and Hay, yay, you've made it one year, in a real city, in Little Guadalupay none-the-less, through the learning to love rain, and survived.

Trish and Nina (aka Trac and Neeners) sounds like this: "One More Year, Bitches!" (And with that, one year about both being 21.) Oi. Watch out. But enjoy. And El Prez is the only place to make Mojitos in town, take note. And they have killer/entertaining (sometimes people can sing, sometimes it's like AI auditions) karaoke on Saturday nights.

Ms. Lebold, we wish were there to celebrate with you. You're done. Well, for now. You know. You need to a.) prepare for your travels, and b.) get a blog launched before you start your secondary education. And c.) when's our webdate again?

Everyone else that has ended another year/time slot slaving over profs, tests (but seriously, what are those?), essays (that's more like it), retarded lab/group partners, hangovers (and go see The Hangover if you haven't), and the rest of the fun associated with education, nice work.

Do I miss college? Yes. The fact that everyone I wanted to visit was within a few block radius (if not right next door) was nice. The great eateries that makes Corvallis great (let's just say Hawaiian food doesn't exist over here). And the entertainment that you get by waking up kinda early on a Sunday morning, lurk out the windows, and watch the Walk Of Shamers going home.

Legen...dary.

But I don't miss the stress, the assignments, the lack of money (oh wait, haha), etc.

Enjoy it. Pretty soon, you could see yourself 25, living with your parents, drinking a refreshing adult beverage at 5 o'clock watching Cash Cab with your dad, yelling at your mom's Psycho cat, and getting sucked into the blogging world.

Oh wait, that was me, and it was awesome.

And the other day while at the gym, I totally triggered a RED LIGHT CHALLENGE!