After many a sleepless night and shower-less morn, I have finally turned in my last final exam — this one, a take-home packet that was given to my professor with a confidence noticeably lacking two weeks ago when I showed up shit-faced to class. (Spanks to Julia for offering, er, forcing upon me that night a much-needed piece of breath-concealing gum.) I expect an A, not because I worked hard, but because beautiful people deserve nothing less.

On that note, peace out, nigs. Agatha, a bottle of chardonnay and I are off to see "Mean Girls" — which, as we all know, is the No. 1 movie in America this week. <3

Addendum: For a Very Special Toby Retrospective, check out an entry from last year's final exam week. (It involves alcohol and monster power ballads.)