Column: A fond look blah blah

I can’t believe this is my last column. Blah.

After two years of bringing laughter into your lives, a lot of people have been wondering how I’ll end my blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

But really, just knowing I was even a small part of your skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip.

As I spend my last moments on campus, I can’t help but think of Thomas Wolfe’s immortal words, “But sometimes, when something about spring and brown walls, Chapel Hill, Old Well... moonlight, whatever.”

It’s as something today as it was then.

Now, you know me, I’ve never minced blahs. But blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah. Blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah, blah blah. Blah blah blah.

And maybe we haven’t always agreed, but people here have always treated me with jackass jackass jackass jackass jackass jackass jackass jackass jackass. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

And who could forget “Blurred Lines?” Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah. Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah. Wah wah wah wah. Wah, wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah,

But in the end, we got our way. Woo!

Tar Heels are everywhere you look. Blah blah blah blah blah small African village blah where I was volunteering with the Congolese witches for my summer internship.

One blah blah, Chinua came into my hut and blah blah blah blah.

“Are you a blah blah blah Michael Jordan?” Blah blahed.

“Blah blah,” I laughed in re-blah. But the truth was, his blah made me think.

Blah blah blah blah semester abroad blah blah blah blah blah blah no clean drinking water or malaria or something. I’m sure we’ll stay in touch.

It’s not all perfect, of course. Even though we’ve had our share of scandals, skip skip skip skip skip skip skip investigation into skip skip skip serious criminal charges skip skip skip skip skip skip.

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Gazing at the horizon beyond, hope is like a feather, stitch in time saves nine.

Skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip.

Together, you and me me me me me me me you me me me me me me me me me me me me you me me me me me you me me you me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me you.

But most of all, me.

Thank you, and congratulations to the Class of 2014!