Stressing over finals yields gibberish
This morning I have to pick between studying for an exam worth 25% of my grade or revising a shitty story for a portfolio worth ALL of my grade. This is like picking between two kids I don't really like. The one I pick sticks around and bothers me while the other one shits on my GPA.
And that didn't even make any sense, but I've been awake for about 20 hours straight now (with only about 12 more to go before I can go back to bed) so you can't hold me accountable for anything I type in this state of mind.
One time I deep fried a family of wild gerbils and then fed them to a pack of crocodiles who are allergic to gerbils. dun dun DUN holy shit I'm going to the fishbowl to study now.
If I live through this, people, you may actually see me in real life. And I'll shave this fucking stress beard.
(death.)
And that didn't even make any sense, but I've been awake for about 20 hours straight now (with only about 12 more to go before I can go back to bed) so you can't hold me accountable for anything I type in this state of mind.
One time I deep fried a family of wild gerbils and then fed them to a pack of crocodiles who are allergic to gerbils. dun dun DUN holy shit I'm going to the fishbowl to study now.
If I live through this, people, you may actually see me in real life. And I'll shave this fucking stress beard.
(death.)
posted by Henry at 2:48 PM
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