Can't be bothered

Ugh. Do you ever just want to run away to a remote desert island so all your nagging responsibilities will just leave you bloody well alone? On a happy note, I got my stuff back from England today. Now I won't have to wear the same four outfits in rotation all the time. On a grumbly note, however, Professor James M. Miller is nowhere to be found and I have no idea what to do about this whole graduation plan thing. Why do I have to be all adult and responsible all the time, anyway? I'd rather suck on a twinsicle and have a nap.