Finals, you're a jerk, sir.

One word, well technically three if I count "One Word". Wait then it'd be fifteen words woops now nineteen, okay I give up. 

The word is "Finals" in case you are still following along.

One more week until I can freely wander the world and trip over things. The good thing is, It'll be my choice and my free-will to choose to trip over things. I haven't written here because of that precise matter. STUPID FINALS ARGH IF YOU WERE A PERSON I'D STRANGLE YOU 

Yeah, no, I need therapy. 

Don't expect me to have some kind of plot in this post because there isn't one. Also, a slight warning to all To-be-mothers, don't name your kid "Finals", because I'm pretty sure that person is probably going to be chased by mercenaries sent to him across the world. (Not me. I don't hire mercenaries. Only sometimes.)

Right, so moral of the story, nothing.

I don't run your life.

I don't even walk your life.

Maybe pathetic crawling yes. (Those are three bad puns I am never going to be able to take back.)

I hope you're all having a fantastic day, and happy summer solstice! Even you, Finals. Even you.