Guys. Guys. I am so freaking close to freedom. I graduate in a week. Then this whole thing about being stressed 24/7 and being unable to write and stuff can go away. I mean, I have to go job searching and stuff, but homework and tests will be a thing of the past! Until I apply for a master's program but shhhh, we won't speak of it for a few months. And you know what that means? More time to write, more things to be posted and I'll be able to edit Bloody Bride and maybe hire a professional to look over it, and then consider getting it published. I am so ready to be done with school.

By the way, are my comments disabled or something? I write these blog posts as a way to start conversations, but I don't receive any comments. If you just don't want to talk to me, that's cool, I just want to make sure it's not due to an issue on my end. Maybe I'm just a terrible conversationalist. I wouldn't be surprised. 

Till the next thing I upload,

Mickey

P.S. I've made ammends with how I felt about gin. It's actually not to bad if you have about ten parts of tonic water for every part of gin. It became my drink of choice for a while. Actually, it still is. 

P.P.S. I am slightly fascinated and moderately disturbed by how much alcohol I consume in a week. It can't be healthy. Will I keep drinking? Yup. Because no one can stop me. 

P.P.P.S. Actually... My dorm hall director can stop me. Funny story... She walked into my dorm room at 2am because my roommate and her friend came back drunk, (they're underage), and I had a lovely, full bottle of gin sitting right on my dresser. I'm technically not supposed to have it in my room. I thanked all my lucky stars she didn't see it, even though it was totally in plain sight.