Ending the semester... alive.

Ok. It's over.

No more sleepless nights (due to caffeine and procrastination overdose), high-pressure headaches, showerless days, and all-night cramming sessions. Atleast not 'till next semester.

Because it's CHRISTMAS (er... "holiday" for all those politically-correct-term seekers) break. And about time.

This puts me down another 17 credits 'till that day that I will finally find myself swankingly making my way across a stage in a cap and gown... a day that awaits me after another 2 semesters of school, one summer of Europe traversing, and one semester of randomness--perhaps an internship. As that day draws nearer, I find myself getting edgier and edgier about what exactly it is that I'm going to do for the rest of my life. Then again, I've got plently of time to think about that, right?

Sure I do. Perhaps this is all squandering my free-floating thoughts right now because I am in Nebraska to witness a fellow college student take his first post-undergrad steps. And this just makes me realize how close the rest of my life really is. Hmmm.

Suggestions welcome.