I am currently one paper away from the end of my Reed career. I have until Monday to finish this paper. Then, just packing and goodbye-ing.
I'm currently on the look-out for, as Erin put it, "free, no-strings-attached fooling around." I have little to no pride left at this point. I basically would just love to have intense physical contact (not even necessarily sex exactly) before moving back home and forgoing it. I realize that it's not the healthiest way to go about things necessarily, but that doesn't matter to me. I want, and crave, human affection. There's nothing wrong with that. Other than the fact that I can't seem to find that around here, it seems. The bitterness is starting to rise, sadly, and the ego is bruised.
But all is not lost. After all, I do have 3lbs. of M&Ms and 256 fl. oz. of bubble solution to console me. And two bound copies of my thesis.