I knew I should have worked out this semester.

An excerpt from a conversation I had with my mother a couple hours ago:

Mom: "Did I wake you up?"
Me: "No, I was just laying down."
Mom: "You know, I don't like the idea of you sleeping in the middle of the afternoon."
Me: "Uh... why not?"
Mom: "Well, you could be studying or something."
Me: "Why would I want to do that?"
Mom: "Don't you have an exam to study for?"
Me: "Mom, my last exam was on Friday."
Mom: "Well, when is your next exam?"
Me: "... Next semester."

Ahh... yeah. I don't know if she just doesn't pay attention to me when I say these things or if she completely forgets. Anyway, in case anyone else was unclear, I'm done. For good. Freshman year is over for me. I probably won't be home until Saturday evening, although I have something in the works that could give me the option of coming home on Thursday night. So... we'll see. In that case, though, I'd be moving out completely by myself, so I'm a little deferred from that. Of course, Saturday's only plus would be that my mom would be helping me. Also Saturday's traffic won't be bad, since everyone will pretty much be already gone. I'm getting really excited about this summer, though. I'll be sad to leave, but this summer should be awesome. Fingers crossed.