The Bike Ward

I came across a song I wrote some time ago.
It didn't have a title or an ending, but I did rock some cool D and Asus chords.
Here are some lyrics:

I walked out the door then I left
And I was gone just like that
But I can't feel forlorn
'Cause I know that I'm gonna come back
When it's over


I'll be home to enjoy the Christmas lights
And I can attend quilt group on Monday nights
and I will sing all the carols with unusual glee
Because no more will I have to leave come January
When it's over


In spring we can hang the clothes out on the line
We'll garden and sew in all our free time
We'll make dresses and skirts all adorned with frills
And I'll see my flowerbed in bloom with daffodils
When it's over


And in summer we'll stay cool
While we pick blackberries out by the pool
And then bring them all in to make blackberry wine
Because I'll be 21 by the time
It's over


That's as far as I got. But as I was paging through it, I was like, I will be 21 by that time.
And then it hit me:

I'LL BE 21 IN 38 DAYS.

Which means I can complete life goal #4. And, no, that's not the one where I pass out.

I was this close: |___| to filling out the "Graduate with Absentia" form today.
I couldn't quite do it, though.
I have this sneaky suspicion that come May, I will all of the sudden REALLY WANT TO GO and graduate with all the friends that I don't have.

So I made a meme out of myself that personifies my idiosyncrasies.

I need a better picture, though. 

One where I look slightly less like a sorority girl and more like a person who knows how to do both the direct and indirect method to prepare the statement of cash flows.

If you know what I mean.

Yes, it's probably arrogant, and yes, I will probably end up skipping graduation, and yes, cashews are really a fruit and the nut that we eat is just the top part of it. 

There is no such thing as a happy camper,

TWS