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So I had to stay up all night recently. I was not, as they say, coolio. Now none of this would've happened if I had simply had the insight to start studying maybe tow days ahead of time intead of the night before, but I just can't. I'm just not one of those people that can sitt around being all studious and responsible, preparing for a test that is 48 whole hours away, when there are sitcoms to be watched and doritos to be eaten. I mean, those video games aren't gonna just play themselves. So I opt for the sounder, simpler method of cramming six weeks of information into my brainnn in eight short hours. And its not like I actually started the day before. I mean come on, you get up at a leisurely noon or so, you eat lunch, you check your email, before you know it its dinner time, and then, well shit you can't very well miss prime time tv, and when you finally get down to it, well double shit its ten o'clock. Throw in the inevitable distractions of the communications age (phone, internet, nintendo) and you've got your work cut out for you. So I go to the science building. Its the only plaec where you can really get down to serious, progressive WORK. And they have cool games on the computers down there. The ones that work anyway. Half of the computers in the so called "electronics lab" are bags of electronic shit. It funny, they look like normal computers, and they behave like normal computers; uintil, that is, you get to the point where you've made some real headway and you can finally release all of that procratinatory guilt and you casually hit the little disk icon in the top left hand corner of the screen that just beckons to you to put your precious work away for posterity and suddenly you realize that this particular computer is actually possessed by several very obstinate demons that want you to have stress related ulcers until your whole life consists of doing what your therapist tells you to do and changing your colostomy bag. But I digress. Anyway, I got to the science building only to find the electronics lab filled with people studying electronics. I mean the nerve. Clearly that space is supposed to be reserved for my personal use whenever I need it. I mean how I am supposed to get anything done when the environment is overrun with people...and they're studying. There is nothing worse then a room full of people studying. They only maaake you feel bad about yourself. I mean that guy is clearly studying harder then I ever have. Look at him, with his furrowed brow, actually reading the text book...I didn't think anybody actually read the textbook. I set drinks on mine. So finally I started studying. I worked problems, read through examples, reviewed my notes. Well, what notes I had anyway. Of course, I really wasn't ablt to string together more than fifteen minutes of constant studying. After fifteen minutes I totally lost control and reverted back to my procrastinating, video game playing, internet-porn perusing lazy ass persona. And that's not good for anybody. So as you can imagine, it takes me slightly longer to gain understannding of the material than most people. So yeah, I stayed up all night, but it was worht it. I think I kicked some test-ass today and I'm not lookin back. Of course, once the cleaning staff arrived at 5:30 AM I decided that it was time for a change of atmosphere. I returned to my room to be exceedingly loud, waking up my roomate in a flurry of papers, programs, textbooks, and underwear. Underwear becomes scarce during finals week, especially clean underwear. I'm not sure what happens to it, but somehow after all your tests are done and you've been wearing the same stretched out emergency pair that keeps falling down whenever you unzip, they all suddenly reappear and demand equal rights. Its cool though. I'm done now. And Beetlejuice is on. I love that house.
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