That's great that you can go out just about every night during Dead week and the weekend before finals. That's great that my loser roommate has four finals next week, and still has time to sleep from 7 last night to noon today, wake up, and watch How I Met your Mother all day.
Some of us aren't in joke fucking majors. Yet it's so easy for me to derive a sense of accomplishment merely from the feeling of me being in this apparently superior plan of study, rather than actually studying. It's really easy for me to sit back on my ass, study a bit, and look down at those around me.
I need to mind my own business. I would say I have a problem...but I think it's the stress of finals taking out any sensibility that I have. I'm better than this, but that's okay, because it's my first finals week and that's all that I give a fuck about.
Oh well.
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