Red Bull Gives You Wings. And the Urge to Hurt Things that Can't Feel Pain

I entered the fray of finals and have emerged, not necessarily victorious, but alive at least. That being said, finishing finals and still being at college is awful. I'm stuck waiting for Wednesday while my hall-mates hop in their cars and drive a quaint hour home. Its like waking up on christimas morning, being all excited for presents, stumbling into the bathroom to take a morning pee, and then becoming inexplicably locked in the bathroom until 4:00 pm.

The only thing making this dismal limbo bearable is Girl Talk (youtube it if you're unenlightened) and my subwoofer. Also Arizona Iced Tea.

Yesterday I discovered I am sensitive to Caffiene. I had approximately three energy drinks in the course of 8 hours, and consequently felt the urge to punch things. Inanimate objects seemed to threaten me by merely existing. Also I don't think there has ever been uttered a fiercer string of obscenities than the one I directed at a Spanish homework assignment.

I'm thinking that over break me and Cam should alternate paragraphs and write a collaborative story. I'm betting this will entail less work than a regular posting schedule. If you're so inclined tell me what you think of such an idea.