Oh Loki, how I love you

Alright, I’m a couple days late on this weekly post of mine, but I’ve somehow managed to pull it together in my sleep-crazed, hot-chocolate-induced state to string some words for this post. Be warned, the following post may or may not make sense, depending on how brain-fried you are.

So it’s week two for me in this Midterm extravaganza that I’ve got going on, yup, I’m just having a party over here. Midterm of the week? Psychopathology. It’s actually a lot more harmless than it sounds, especially if you have an interest in mental disorders, ‘cause you know, that’s what the whole class is about. It’s pretty straightforward stuff – depression means you’re sad, phobias means you’re scared – and etc, but a lot can be covered in 100 multiple choice questions and 3 short answers. Oh, didn’t I mention? The midterm has 100 multiple choice questions and 3 short answers. HAHAHAHAHAHA. PSSSHHHH PIECE OF CHOCOLATE CAKE.

*slaps self* The heck do you think you’re doing talking about chocolate cake when you’ve got 300 pages worth of 6 chapters to read? There’s a midterm riding on this!

Needless to say, the total amount of time spent actually studying for this exam happened in the half hour cramming session just before the professor walked in to what I swear was the Jaws theme playing in my head. Overdramatic, you say? WELL I WASN’T TALKING TO YOU ANYWAY. Damn, I hope I brought a number two pencil.

If you’re wondering why there was a half hour cramming session, it’s because I, as the unhappy reigning Procrastination empress, spent the entire night before, doing an assignment for another class that I should have done a couple weeks ago when it was first assigned. Should have. Isn’t that always the way. The assignment took me late into the night until I finally knocked out early morning, took a catnap, and was jolted awake again by my darn blasted alarm clock that’s so darn blasted on time.

Fast forward five hours and you’ve got me sitting in my Psychopathology class, starving (‘cause a bowl of cereal ain’t gonna cut it), dehydrated (‘cause I so very conveniently forgot to stuff my water bottle in my bag in the midst of stuffing my notebooks and number two pencils), and reading through my pages of thank-goodness-I’m-serious-when-it-comes-to-diligently-taking-notes, notes.

How’d I do, you ask? Well, I survived didn’t I? Anything else is going to have to wait, because, of course, I have one more midterm coming up. Next week. A 7-10 minute presentation, complete with outlines, speech maps, and a 2 minute video. That 100 multiple choice exam is looking mighty pretty right about now. Guess you never do appreciate what you got until you’re slapped in the face by a 7-10 minute presentation.

I hope you guys are faring better than I am with these few weeks of midterms, and now, if you’ll excuse me-