Its the Most Wonderful Time of the Year........................................not!!!

Well tomorrow is the last day of finals which is good because I'm not sure how much more of this shit I can take. This week has dragged out enough, and any will to study is decreasing rapidly by the minute. Whats the point of finals anyway? You spend 100000000 hours studying boring shit only to find that 1/6900 of the stuff you studied is actually on the exam. At least thats how the week has been for me. Yesterday was the worst however and I'll tell you why. I woke up at 7 am after having fallen alseep at almost 4 am, for my 8 am in final in econometrics. I wont get into too much detail about econometrics besides the fact that it is required for my major, and that it sucks more than sticking your manhood into a pitcher of ice water while standing on the quad in the middle of february. Anyways, Im sitting in this exam trying to answer problems like "does the regression have any heteroskedasticity in the error terms" and all the sudden I feel a rumble in my stomach. It was a when-you're-running-down-to-first-and-feel-a-little-burst type of feeling. Oh Shit, I thought, and boy was I right. Forntunatley, I had almost completed the exam. Unfortunately that was only because I didnt know what the hell most of it was about, and as a result raced through it in under an hour. But I knew the teacher would know I raced through it if I got up so early so my plan was to sit around pretending to do the exam until a few people got up and left before me. I looked at the clock and figured it would be another 15-20 minutes before those two or three genuises that are in every class actually completed the exam and got up. Indeed I was a facing quite a delimma. Then the queasiness entered a new phase. My stomach felt like there was a cereal bowl size whirlpool of gasoline spinning in it at 100 mph. Uh oh. I soon realized that if I didn't get to a bathroom fast, room 116 in P-gill was about to be grosser than the male bathroom of a freshman dorm after taco night at commons back when stoner mike (may his sanity RIP) was around. So I did what I had to do. I shat my pants then and there. Just kidding! Although that would have been much cooler, I grabbed the exam threw it into my professors hand (i could see the look of amazement on his face that id finish before the smart kid who always finishes early) and made my way out. All in all, the morning sucked. But the good news is finals are almost over and Im about to embark on a 3 week vacation from school. The x-mas holidays are a great time to sleep, drink, fornicate and watch tv, probably my four favorite activities. Until then I may or may not study for my last exam depending on how tired I feel after commons. But thats all allright because in 24 hrs ill be work/exam free for at least a month, and that my friends is a beautiful thing. In the meantime take care of yourselfs and watch out for masturbators.