I used to make fun of Justin for throwing up during finals week. I didnt understand how he could possibly put him self though so much stress that as he got done with things and was able to relax a little he began involentary vommiting. That said, I've thrown up twice this week - niether time as a result of too much beer. The first time was after I watched Chelsie walk out for the last time after picking up the last of her stuff from my apartment. The second time happened just now... imidiatly after the Comm 265 test in the grass near the health center on my way to my car. I dont like it and I hope this doesnt continue as the week progresses.
On a possitive note I'm in the home streach! I've only got two finals left and they're both a walk in the park. All I have to do is set the cruise control and get through a couple more days of this week, which isnt turning out that great - especially from an emotional stand point.
I'm really ready right now for Saturday, but the thought of graduating is really getting to me and it seems my excitement and happyness can only be expressed by intence throat craps and watery eyes. Can I go get drunk yet?
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I have taught you well. Now just start losing sleep and have everything taste like crap so you dont eat, and you will be set.
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