i'm done. wee.

Yay! I'm done my last final. I know that I'm suppose to feel relaxed, relieved, happie or something. But I don't. It's more of a "yay. go me." than a "YIPPEE YAY ME!" Blah. Maybe I'm just really tired from moving stuff, or maybe it has now hit me right in the pit of my stomach that it's happened. I'm done. I can no longer have an excuse for not having a job or what-not. As to the answers to everyone's questions of "Wow! so what are you going to do now?" The answer is and will be for awhile "I duno....please don't ask." So yeah, please don't ask me. That sickening feeling of not knowing what is going to happen in Sept is getting worse and worse. I wish I could say, "Yay me! I'm a big girl and I'm going into the fourth grade and I need a new binder!" But that ain't going to be happening I'm pretty sure of it. It's just not going to be that simple from now on. Darn, I wish I were in kindergarten. Where is my celery stick and peanut butter snack?!?! WHERE?!?! (viv pouts in realization that she's never going to get her celery stick)...i want my snack....i want my nap time...:O(