Classes have begun for the last time. What a damn good feeling! In the practice of too-little-too-late, I have somehow decided that this should be the semester to reduce drinking and increase studying. What a dumb decision: for one this semester's GPA probably won't even be available by the time I submit grad school apps; and this is also my last time to live it up as a college undergrad.

But decisions are decisions and I figure a change of pace can't hurt things. I wouldn't exactly call myself rolemodel of the year before the decision, so what can it hurt? However, the only thing I've found so far is that books can make you feel like the loneliest damn person on the planet, increasing your desire to get smashed, even be it alone. Ironic, huh?

Come round 1, the test scores better pay off or I forever switch back to alcohol, my long and loyal friend.

On the bright side, I am actually somewhat ahead in all my classes.

With this in mind I return to the fascinating subject of UML, while my brain drifts of to better times of frolicking in flowered fields with natty in hand.