Finals Week: Hour 1

So, I've officially re-descended into the hell they call finals week. Though I'm hoping to escape relatively unscathed with only one written final, a presentation, and a self-portrait, my comrades may not be so lucky. The stress is descending upon my living quarters and the tension is palpable [this is a dramatisation, there isn't really ever much tension in the quad]. So far, we've done our best to ward off the impending darkness, fighting it off with the best weapons we have: Adventure Time, capes, dinosaur chicken nuggets, stromboli, and Family Guy. I hope and pray that our make-shift defenses are enough to ward off the cloud of doom that looms nearer and nearer to campus. Food supplies are dwindling, as UD is forced to resort to serving stale cereal and next to nothing good (big shocker, I know). While others are relying on more cliche methods of dealing with stress, such as drinking their weight in alcohol and stealing people's shoes whilst they are trying to use less illegal ways of ending the year, like playing wink (which is super-fun, I'm sorry I was so against it before this weekend). I fear my chin and hands have become permanently stained with charcoal as I enter the home stretch. The three Ts and POD are playing on repeat inside my skull as I mentally process A. how all this shit ended up in my room and B. how I'm going to get all this shit out of my room. Needless to say, it's going to be a long few days. Check back periodically for updates, if I haven't succumbed to carpel tunnel first....godspeed fellow test-takers, godspeed.