So, the exam is tomorrow morning. You may wonder why I'm writing in my blog at a time like this but I've been sitting on my ass since 8:30 this morning going over my notes that I finished yesterday. I'm taking a break :) My brain is very very very full and I'm not sure how much good this is doing me but I'm doing it anyways because if I don't read over everything (all 14 weeks) today, I know I'm going to regret it later. So, I'm on page 195 of 303... but I'm almost done neuro so that's half the battle. Psych is going to be the fastest read-through ever.
And, in different happier news, my friend Amy is getting married. I'm so happy for her I could burst with happiness. Maybe Ben will get off his "I'm not getting married" horse sometime and ask me to marry him - but I'm not holding my breath (as a child would if they had breath holding spells - not seizures, or as someone had paradoxical vocal cord opening would). Amy is the person I think out of all my friends who probably deserves a great guy like Brian the most. So, this one's to Amy!
This is the part where I sing a silly drinking song that Amy and I both experienced during our undergraduate education together, you ready?
- Here's to Amy,
- She's a horses ass.
- Why was she born so pitiful?
- Why was she born at all?
- She's no fucking good to anyone,
- She's no fucking good at all!
- Sooo... drink motherfucker, drink motherfucker, drink motherfucker, drink.
- drink motherfucker, drink motherfucker, drink motherfucker, drink.