Something about the stale air...

It was one of those mornings where you can't seem to get yourself up at the time you set the alarm clock for.
I set it for 5:15 AM (I take the bus at 6:30, and really can't afford to miss it. Everything kind of plummets to hell when I do.) I wound up raising myself from the bed like a mummified zombie-- with my arms fully stretched out and moaning like a madman-- at 5:45. By then, my spiderman sense was tingling and I sensed some serious trouble. Gettting to school is an adventure.

Especially when breakfast is recommended (Finals), and your mom pulls out that timewatch from like 5th grade (Which you "misplaced" two years ago at a benefit concert for your church), then she decides to, oh I don't know, TIME you? And it that's not weird, you pull up at school and there's this thick fog everywhere. That's insane. You can't even see two feet away from you. You meet up with your friends and they're all busy "studying".

Gah! Gah in your peanut brittle. Finals stresses everybody out. You know those lame tax collector commericals? The ones where at the end, someone proudly boasts, " Because...I got people." And you kind of imagine them popping their collar like they're all that.
The commercial featured a setting in a regular office with a bunch of balding republicans stressing out about their taxes, and occasionally pulling at yet another tuft of hair.

Then they all gang up around this one person with perfect hair, their eyes wide and disillusioned, "Why aren't you ripping your hair off like the rest of us?!"

Me: "Because I got...A life."

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The new semester brings new classes and people, which brings forth new pressure.

I've got Biology. Sounds like a drag. But we get to cut up frogs and gag as their intestines spew by the wayside. Our protective goggles would fog up and our eyes would roll to the back of our heads as we faint oh-so-dramatically. Isn't that dandy?

I'd like to slap a geek label in his soup can.

But first impressions are actually crucial. I'm pretty laidback and talkative, I don't think I'll really have a problem getting people to see that. Although, I'm considering cutting off the umbilical cord on my social life. I went to an ex's party on Friday and had the singularly worst hangover I ever had on Saturday. The only thing I can remember is my gay friend sobbing because there was no more alcohol (he was wasted), and then he grabs the mike from the DJ, "Guyyyysss, there's no more alcohol!"

I remember dancing a little bit, then I remember the toilet very well. When you're drunk, you laugh at everything. Even at the fact that you just puked in your new jacket.

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