the end of all things.

So yeah, had my last exam yesterday, and I'm feeling pretty damned good about it. This time next year I'll be slightly more knowledgable about interactive entertainment - to whit, I'll have played a shit-load of games. Pretty kickass.

So I've got about three months to go until Uni. Three months of having no responsibility in my life, at all. The only three months left that I can enjoy without having to worry about coming home at any particular time, or getting a certain amount of sleep for a lecture in the morning, or having to pay off loan payments or a mortgage or any of that shit. basically I plan to completely fuck myself up while I still CAN, and then have a few days of preening to clean myself up before I jet off in September.

So, yeah. Nothing to do except what I want, when I want. Exactly what I've been wanting, ironically enough. And what I'll actually be striving for over the next few years - the security to be able to return to this immature teenage root. Odd, that.