MCC JS*

the terrors are settling in on me. i can feel it. the cruel cold clutches of a dreadful, dark and inevitable fate. as bad as that sounds, in actuality it only amounts to my personal apprehensions of round four, examus extremus: the common "finals week syndrom" (FWS).

getting up at 6:45 to get a parking permit can actually be a good thing, contrary even to the laws of my own mind. reading in the arboretum in the cool morning shade (so what if it's 99% humidity) is frabjous. so is the knowledge that my car can now sit perfectly motionless on it's private block of pavement free from such cares of the world as the diligent fat sadistic little upd "agents" who prowl about seeking whom they may devo... i mean ticket. by the by, "fat sadistic little agent" is a stereotype if i ever heard one. a really good one too, considering half of them are lean students lacking almost any credentials who ramble about not caring about anything and arbitrarily putting tickets anywhere that strikes their fancy. speaking of rambling. and saying absurd thing. just stop. ok.

*Mint Chocolate Chip Java Shake - cuz i just finished one. time for one happy camper to hit the goose down.