and i’m not just talking about my elbows that i haven’t moisturized in FOREVER.

situation: final exam at 8am, stayed up until 2am studying, set alarm for 445am to study more and get crunk on coffee before the exam, pass out with puppy screaming for attention (it’s awesome how well i can tune him out), WAKE UP at 745AM, that is 15 minutes before my final, and it takes me an average of 25 minutes to get to campus because of morning traffic and looking for parking and this doesn’t include the time in between where i’m FREAKING THE FUCK OUT because i haven’t studied as much as i need to study and general freak out session of how i can be that dumb but so thankful that i even woke up, so i throw on jeans and a hoodie (ick), and i haul ass, memorizing the things i should have just studied last night instead of playing with the puppy. I get to campus, frantically looking for my wallet to pay for parking …….I DON’T HAVE MY WALLET, fml. So I scrounge up $3 and beg a person on the street if I can use their debit card for $3 in exchange for my loose change and $1 bill.  I walk into the classroom at 830am trying to catch my breath from running up 4 flights of stairs and the prof looks at me like i’m some kind of freak, i find a desk next to this girl who usually knows everything and anything that the prof throws at the class, hoping to cheat……. jk…….. well you know, casually glance on her paper as she’s scribbling words down like her life depended on it. I sit down and my process of taking an exam is to read over the entire exam gauging how much i know which gives me an idea of how likely i am to fail, and after the initial read through, i knew i was … pretty effed. so i did my best!….. walked out of there at 945am, went home and passed out until 2pm and now i’m at peet’s studying for adv. audit tomorrow, which means that i’m on tumblr, twitter and watching from behind this older gentleman start his match.com account and load pictures of himself online. :)

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAh i can’t help but laugh at it all.