Impending Doom.....
Yes, it's that time once again folks. The fabulous age of finals. The week that never ends. The week that just keeps on keeping on, just like the energizer bunny only no cute fuzziness and cool-ass bass drum but instead the impending doom of worry and sleep deprivation. You skip showers, don't comb your hair, (I know some of you do this on a typical day as well) and you feel like screaming at the top of your lungs just thinking about all the material you have to have memorized and only a week in which to do it!!!!! Don't you all just love finals?!?
To be perfectly honest, I'm not that stressed at the moment. Maybe relaxed even. Kind of odd....
Well, I had two tests yesterday. I either did fabulously well or fabulously poorly or somewhere in the middle (That's strange, you mean I got somewhere in between an F and an A?). And even more strangely my Chem Lab T.A. asked if he could have my lab notebook to use as an example for next year. I was a little shocked, but rather selfishly excited. It feels damn fucking good to once again think of myself as being on the top rung of the grade ladder (You'd think I'd pick a different analogy given my fear of heights). Anyway.....
You know what I feel like doing? If you don't you will soon.... after I berate you for not being able to read my mind. The correct answer is: Practicing.
It's 4:44 and that's three of the same letter (WTF?!?), I mean number, in a row so I'm going to take that as a sign. And leave. Leave you all to a solitary life without me. So long suckers!!!!!
To be perfectly honest, I'm not that stressed at the moment. Maybe relaxed even. Kind of odd....
Well, I had two tests yesterday. I either did fabulously well or fabulously poorly or somewhere in the middle (That's strange, you mean I got somewhere in between an F and an A?). And even more strangely my Chem Lab T.A. asked if he could have my lab notebook to use as an example for next year. I was a little shocked, but rather selfishly excited. It feels damn fucking good to once again think of myself as being on the top rung of the grade ladder (You'd think I'd pick a different analogy given my fear of heights). Anyway.....
You know what I feel like doing? If you don't you will soon.... after I berate you for not being able to read my mind. The correct answer is: Practicing.
It's 4:44 and that's three of the same letter (WTF?!?), I mean number, in a row so I'm going to take that as a sign. And leave. Leave you all to a solitary life without me. So long suckers!!!!!