Is it just me, or is everyone wondering why the heck we have summers?! I'm a college senior now, and personally, I hate the fact that I have to put down my entire life, (and by that I mean everything: my social life, my job, my academic life, my dating/romantic life, and all current events), and go to some place I don't want to be just so that I can work my butt off for 3 months.

Now granted, those who are financially oppressed and are struggling through college might appreciate the time to put things on hold and try to get their heads above water for a change. But who cares when you're racking up $30,000 debt anyway?!

What's worse is that I am 21, (turning 22 in August, in fact), and I am forced to live under my parents roof again. Do you know what that does to someone of my high-standing godhood??? I am reduced to being a highschooler with parents that whine about not putting the dishes away and my lack of respect for an 11:00 curfew! Forget that!

I'm bored out of my mind. In fact, I'm so incredibly bored that I put this whole frikken' website together just to cope with it!

So what's the conclusion? I'll pick Harding's crap over this anyday! (And trust me, those of you who are familiar with the University know just how bad that is!)