¡SON OF A MITCH!: HOMEWARD BOUND.

I'm not a freshman anymore. Dope. Done with studying, cleaning the scum of a fencing house after parties, and being the upper classmen's bitch. Packing up was actually harder than I had expected it to be. Cleaning up my room brought back the initial feelings I had when moving in. A bit sad to be done, yet happy for the upcmoming Summer simultaneously. The academic school year has made me tired and damn skippy I'm ready to have an amazing summer with my friends and family. It sure does feel goood to be in the hooooooood.

A homecoming recap:

What's up Mac Daddy?!

Mr. GDI DGAF BAMF

Washington D.C.'s Dullus Airport had the Startrek theme goin' on.

Breezy from the back. Thank God I'm out of State College.

Hyperbolic chamber in D.C...Told you.

It continues.

10 minutes.

Smallest piece of shit ever. State College Airport only has like 2 planes and one of them had mechanical problems...so they switched me from Delta to worst ever United (which I didn't even know was possible?) and delayed me about 4 more hours. STOOPS. They had me flying to D.C. though, which I didn't really mind because the airport is suhhweet.

Inside this hellhole. Sounds like about a million bees are swarming all over the place.

Lots and lots of legroom.

This was very nice of Lori. Thanks to all my friends who stuck by me when I was in depression mode. Just one example of the many "pick me ups" during my times of gloom and disparity.

Only the Kevin Moose remians.

Pretty much vacant.

The first and maybe only piece of mail I got from a friend from home. I hung this up all year and was kind of sad to take it down. Little does Francine know that this saved my life numerous times throughout the year.