Say Hey (I Love You)

Dear finals, you have come eagerly each december and april for the past 5 years, yet somehow I never seem to be ready for you. You are like a workout. Painful while it lasts, but accomplishment felt in its wake. You last for way too long, and are spaced way too close together. I never have enough time to fully prepare for you, and you always seem to kick my butt a little bit more thoroughly than I can gather the strength to do to yours. So. This year I ask one thing of you: hurry up and kick. Kick your heart out. I am ready for you to be over. You can stomp on me for all I care, as long as I can get through you (with say, good marks?) and move ahead, I'll be happy. Post-final bliss and all that comes with it is what is getting me through the final stretch (and a nice big glass of wine). I might also delve into the realm of candies to ease my stress... only on sundays though. Apparently you're allowed to cheat for lent on sundays.

In case you were wondering (and you should be)... packing and studying do not mix. Neither are really that enjoyable, and put them together and the procrastination doubles. Whoever invented the laptop for "students" clearly wasn't thinking about the consequences of 24/7 access to facebook, blogs, celebrity gossip, and google, to name a few. They are just so much more appealing things than nursing research or statistics. Ugh statistics, the bane of my existence. It may be the best mark of my semester, but the amount of time spent learning about things that are really just educated "guesses" as to what the right answer is, is statistically probably a waste of my life. fact.

I was listening to some Michael Franti today and realized that the song I used for my blog title (don't be lazy.. scroll up and read it for yourself) is probably the most mood lifting song I've heard in a while. It just makes me happy and motivated. All I wanna do is dance when I hear it -- I may have to make it my summer theme song (yes I have summer theme songs .. deal with it). However, when I started dancing in my broom cupboard under the stairs (aka my room) alone, I thought to myself "I'm so lame." Lameness aside, I finished the song, and vowed never to dance alone in my room again, unless I get a bigger one.. which I will be getting .. uh oh, I'm really gonna go nuts.