Finals ....

As a college student there tends to be so many different factors constantly riding on me that I hardly can differentiate one obstacle from the next. Truth be told, most days I just wake up, make myself look half decent and walk out the door with the idea that I can handle anything as long as caffeine infused products such as Mountain Dew still exist on the same continent as me, then there’s finals. Finals literally take place the last week of school, although I consider the last two weeks all one big clump of final angst. The first week is when, as a college student, all of our projects, papers, and presentations are due and then there are finals. Standing in between the sleep deprived student and a restful vacation.

                   As of about 30 minuets ago I completed my last final, IM FREE! Free to just stare at the wall, read, paint on my own time and possibly work off some of the weight I’ve put on from the usual unhealthy eating habits that always develop as the time begins to narrow and my exams creep closer and closer.  UGH, and two of my professors didn’t give out study guides, they might as well have said “Merry Christmas and Fuck you…” but that’s done with time to concentrate on Christmas. Another reason why finals in December are made extra super duper special and this year I’m really feeling the commercial push, nay, shove to get out there and “shop, shop, shop!” I hate that the smaller children in my families are growing up on video games and vial cartoons. The makers of the cartoons of today don’t even bother to be subtle their to caught up in trying to entertain both the parents and the children that they forget there needs to be some sort of restrain exercised as far as the cartoons content is concerned. For example, I do love this cartoon called “The Grim adventures of Billy and Mandy,” I love cartoons, but the basis of this cartoon is that two children, one that encompasses the cynical personality of a 40 year old educated yet jaded woman, and the other whom I fairly sure is mentally handicap. These children some how gain the Grim Ripper as their eternal slave and thus they have all sorts of kooky adventures all based on these foundations, funny as hell to me maybe, but not something I want my nephews and nieces to see. Look it up on Youtube, let me know what you think? 

(oh about the photos one is an image of that cartoon i was talking about, the other is me and my friend Susy at 4 am still working on presentations and essays in one of the computer labs at State. Fun, Fun!)