omgahhhhh finals week is finally over!!!!!!!
i've decided that finals week is like walking repeatedly into a brick wall. you do it once, it hurts. then you do it again. ouch. and again. and again. until you have thoroughly injured/made an ass of yourself.
students of ucla, why do we subject ourselves to such self-inflicted punishment? we have a choice in this! we have free will! self determination! timshel! herego, come next quarter finals, i'm just not going to go. wow, that was so cathartic. dude.
and i feel so ridiculously cracked out i can't even describe it. combine 60 straight hours awake with a headache, frequent blackouts, and a caffeine comedown and you have 1 very tired very frazzled very stinky katie. sorry to be graphic but it's true. i smell. deal with it. you want to make fun of me? then YOU take four classes, two of which have their finals on friday and then try to hate. sorry again. that was antagonistic. i apologize reader. it's really not personal. i promise. today i was even annoying myself. i couldn't really see and everytime i stood up the world would go black and every time i sat down i'd fall asleep. my brain has been alternating between periods of hyperactivity with maximums of 58 thoughts/second followed by periods of excessive lethargy, on several occasions coming close to flat-lining all activity. i was walking in circles pacing around rooms talking nonsensically. and i can't remember for the life of me what i had for lunch. which is weird...because who forgets what they had for lunch? ps i've been trying to remember this for the last five minutes and i still can't...something is wrong here.
checked the LS scores online. not too shabby. not too furry either tho. whatever that means.
i think i blacked out during my chem final this morning, i really do. i remember taking it, sort of, but i don't remember anything between "you may begin" and "you have 3 minutes left". don't get my analogy? compare it to: "you sure you want a 6th double shot of cuervo??" and "hey, get off the floor, this isn't your bathroom. And god dammit, put some clothes on"
i guess it's kinda cool in a way. blacking out as a natural defense to rid the mind of unnecessary trauma. i read somewhere that women actually black out while they're in labor, that is, they feel the unbearable pain while it's happening, but don't have any recollection of it later. this is to ensure their willingness to go through the whole ordeal again the next time they're ready to pop out another one. i think i agree with this. have you seen mothers cradling their newborns and that incomparable gaze they give their baby? (infants bond with their mothers within the first few minutes of life). I dunno about you, but if someone put me through that kind of pain and I remembered it, I would never talk to them again, let alone hold them and kiss them. fucking babies.
anyway where was i? ohhh ya. FINALS. good news folks. katie has managed to squeeze an A - out of her heinous bitch of a spanish teacher despite the fact that she fell asleep at least 5 separate times throughout that tortuous 8am final on monday as well as missing too many classes and homeworks to even count. she is also tied for 1st place with the zbt boys on the most number of times showed up to class still wasted on friday morning. being drunk in spanish class is awesome...i was a participation fiend on those fridays. too bad i probably fucked up every word i said and didn't realize it. look, i'm sorry, but this woman hates me, i deserve to be obnoxious.
on a lighter note, i failed chem.
on a darker note, i probably passed chem, meaning that i will have to continue my arduous journey through the murky and smelly quagmire they call "science and math requirements" instead of the glorious repetition of 14A. i mean, if i failed it, i'd at least know the shit the second time around, right? mmm, nevermind.
conclusion: chemistry, you used to be my friend, what happened? why so cold? why this pain? i know you, and I know that you, deep down, are capable of love. not just any love, but a true love (kinda like beauty and the beast and that floating rose thing, you follow?). the kind of love that reaches deep inside your chest and rips your soul through your teeth. ouch. but anyway chemistry, stop this hatred, stop the madness! spare me! I am but a child. where is the love, chemistry...where is the love?!?
[said like keanu reeves] woah. it's almost 4am. dude. why am i awake. shaaa
finally, as far as history is concerned. i rocked that bitch. fully. booya. here's to pulling essays out of your ass for 3 hours straight whilst sitting in awkwardly downward tilted desk-chairs. by the way, sorry danni, i probably smelled huh? it won't happen again. i practice regular hygeine, and that includes flossing!
i love the world and all its little creatures. but not the cnidarians because I definitely got that question wrong on my LS final. fucking jellyfish. | 
. i gotta admit. the rain was cool for the first week or so. but when yellow droplets started seeping through the ceiling and and ppl had to evacuate their beds...it got a little dismal
whatevs, my plan for january is to drink enough that i black out and don't remember it. PEACE