Well, finals are finally here. I suppose I should be studying this very moment, but if I don't make decent grades so I can brutally abuse them this time of year, why make them in the first place? (Ok, so that doesn't make a lot of sense. Neither does warm ice cream. You figure it out.) I may actually put a bit of effort into a few of them, just to make it interesting, but I want the test taking experience to be at least a bit exciting (I'm talking to you Accounting Final).
However, a more pressing concern arises as I sit here in my usual spot with nothing better than to blather on and on and on about how I'm blathering on and on and on about how I'm...well... you know the rest. I still need something to do that doesn't involve me and an actively sedentary lifestyle. So if anyone wants to go found a cult, plan an insurrection, go on a harrowing journey of life, death, and the American Cheese, or ,of course, kick a puppy, let me know. I'll be glad to consider it, and at the very least you'll get a sincere good luck followed by a sarcastic comment or two.
One thing I would really like to avoid is the giving and receiving of gifts. It's just so...aggravating. Not the aggravating of a drip-drip-dripping sink while you lie completely flat on a long, cold table as a pair of slightly mad orangutan prepare to remove your eyelids and short term memory in an admirable, but futile attempt to salvage any trace of sanity you may have after going through hours and hours of horrible, brain-squashing boredom at the hands of a vacation you ambivalently want and despise at the same time. (Try to say that three times fast in one breath...) Anyway, gift-giving and receiving is a custom I'm not all that fond of. Perhaps if someone specifically requested something that it was within my oh so limited power to easily aquire, I might go through the effort. Otherwise, the uncertainty and relatively good chance at failure deter me from trying. Ah well, it could be worse.
As you may have noticed, none of this is really all that entertaining and/or mindblowing. You see, as long as I can justify remaining online, I can put off trying to cram every single random fact of a subject I will not ever use again into my already fragmented and limited mind. But I'll spare you anymore of this, for I am a kind and benevolent rambler who knows when it is good to consider thinking about attempting to try to start stopping. I'm not evil, just...well...ok, so I am kind of evil. But evil in a good, fuzzy, bristly, "AH AH GET IT OFF, IT BURNS LIKE THE COLDEST ICE OF AN ACTIVE VOLCANO IN THE MIDDLE OF ANTARCTICA" kind of way. So until next time, Pleasant Dreams and Merry Studying.
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