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Last night I kicked it old school with dunx at my last ever 40 oz night. I brought my stereo and Katie brought Madonna and GnR. I wanted to drink malt liquor, but dunx won't hang out with me anymore when I do. Apparently I'm too much of a jackass even for him. I kicked his ass at pool later on.

Then around 4 I wanted to go home because I was tired as fuck, so I did, but my key wouldn't go all the way into the lock. I tried a bunch of times. I was pissed, so I walked over to dunx's place and he said he'd come over and try it. I was so tired, I just wanted to get in bed and I was totally going to cry but got this feeling from the way he told me not to cry that he'd refuse to help me if I did. I rose above it. So of course XY gets my key in the lock first try. I felt so retarded. We stood outside for a few minutes and I went up to my room and closed the door and I heard a sound like a cat a few minutes later. I looked, but didn't see anything. Then I heard it again, and sure enough, there was a fucking cat in my house. Of course, it ran away from the exit and it took me a little while to convince it to leave. Then I could go to sleep.

I turned my thesis into the library today. My advisor had to sign it and when he was done he thanked me for being his student (a model thesis student, he said) and said it was wonderful to work with me. I was so happy! I'm glad he liked working with me because it was a dream to work with him. He's been teaching here since 1952, he knows what he's doing by now. It was so great walking up the stairs to the registrar's office at thesis parade and seeing him there, the only math prof in the building, I'm sure.

I'm going to miss it here.