Now what?

So the long, drawn out process of trying to apply for the next four years of my life is somewhat over (though the torturous waiting doesn't seem much better than the phase of furiously writing out personal essays at very odd hours). However, the initial process of applying is officially over (and I did myself proud by finishing my last app around 3am before having to go on a mini orchestra trip on the due date...yes, it was sad that I couldn't procrastinate to my full potential) and Jenny and I greeted it by having a party*. So now it's over, and I am patiently (or not so patiently, but more obsessively following college websites/blogs) awaiting results in April while fielding off the inevitable slew of mandatory** "so...what are your plans for next year?/you applying to many schools in the east (cough ivy league)/where did you apply (the most explicit aka my favorite)?"

*said party may have consisted of putting in "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs" and simultaneously losing all consciousness on the couch.

**these questions do NOT need to mandatory people. If you have ever been in the oh-so-troubled-and-undecided-senior's shoes (or will be soon), you should know that these questions suck. period. stop asking them (and I will agree to stop mocking you).

Alright. I'm done. So now what?

That is the question. It's my last semester of hs and I don't want to spend it doing regular old hs things (and I especially don't want to spend it rotting/studying away). The way I see it, it's my last chance to live out my relatively carefree life at home with mom, dad, and hercules. So I throw this question out onto my blog not in hopes of getting a humanly generated answer, but hopefully some sort of crazy internet power will randomly poop me out an answer (obviously not going to happen). So I guess I pray about what to do with myself for this last, probably super drawn out semester, and will hopefully be back soon with something "extra" worthwhile.