So, I'm sitting here, in my dorm. Here in "Hotlanta," it's a perfect 72 degrees with a light, warm breeze. In the middle of December. -_-' I'm not complaining, though. I'm barefoot, the window is wide open, and the breeze tickles my feet. My last class of the semester starts in 30 minutes, and I know I'm going to ace the final. It feels the same as the last day of highschool just before the summer

, except without noisy kids, big yellow buses, and loud rap music. I finally got my car back from the shop, it was a long two months, but now I have my trusty steed yet again.

I'm feeling pure bliss right now.
(and I think there's finally some poem material in my chest that I'd like to let out into words)