We’re in the thick of finals, wrapping up a really intense academic semester this Wednesday around 9pm.
Not sleeping much. Not eating much besides water, sugar, coffee, and pho. And more sugar. Not doing much besides reading and writing. Paragraphs are becoming long, seemingly endless comma and semicolon trains. Our sexual disorders class material is showing up in my morning cereal. And the sentences coming out of our mouths are becoming increasingly more hyperbolic, ridiculous and probably slightly offensive.
I’m not even going to contextualize these. It wouldn’t be honest.
“I feel like my alarm clock has been going off my entire life.” -8:15am
“Finn, if you are a bird, I’m a bird………..wait, would you try to eat me?” – 10:45 am
“My eyelids are forever sealed half way down on my eyes. I can’t see.” -11:15 am.
“Jenny, why won’t you join the slacker train????!?????” -11:40am.
“Smurti!!!!! -running down the library- What’s the proper diagnosis?!?! I’ll shed blood to know!!!!” -1:05 pm.
“I have a brain tumor. I’m literally dying.” -1:45pm
“Wait, can you mother me for a second?” – 4:30pm
“Jenny, we leave lights on all the g**damn time. Why would we start now?” -6:45pm
“I have been awake since before I was born….guys…guys?? seriously though.” – 9:35pm
“There’s this whole bacon subculture movement happening….incredibly fascinating.” – 11:00 pm
“I have a brain tumor. A theology mass. Pun intended. Okay, I can’t go on.” – 11:15pm
[POST EDIT] Jenny: “It’s incredible how accurate this is to our day.” – 11:34 pm
Live free. Dream far.
