*Sigh*

At last, it's here. Two days until finals, and then I'll be off and away to start fresh. You know that melancholy, end-of-an-era sort of feeling you get when you're about to leave a place you've stayed for a long time, or finish something you thought you'd never do? Well, I'm not going to talk about that feeling right now. I am going to talk about that horrid, violated feeling you get when an interloper disturbs your peace. It's like this: I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT