As Far as I'm Concerned, Statistics can Go to Hell.

Hi people! I'm going out of my mind. I know someday I will look back on my college experience and laugh heartily at my gross overdramatization of tests but right now, I am considering faking a stroke to get out of this shit.

Yea. I know, things could be way worse. Here's the thing: bad grades aren't fun for me. I am suspicious that all of my professors have united in order to orchestrate a sort of "Senior Hell Week" and I am just a lowly pawn forced to comply with their every whim. I caught myself humming the tune to "Hong Kong Garden"..(if you haven't heard it you should get thyself to ye olde iTunes and download it, stadt!) and it isn't exactly a hummy song....it's sort of twitchy and dingy. I have also noted my tendency to jump at small noises and my inability to consume anything out of the "orange" food group (candy corn, cheetos, etc.). I feel like someone laced my coffee with speed...kinda like that chick in "Valley of the Dolls"....pretty soon I'll be wasted at a bar claiming to be the original singer in Velvet Revolver and soon after you'll see me passing out in a narsty motel, waking in time to find that I've just been molested by a bum.

I still have no dress for the ball. I guess that's OK since I feel more like "Annie Get Your Gun" than "Cinderella" anyway.

Hope everyone else is coping with daily stress better than I am!