The sad progression of finals week depression.
Step one: PARTY HARD (aka do anything but study)
Step two: HOARD FOOD
Step three: UGH DONT WANNA START
Step four: SETTING UP COUNTS RIGHT?
Step five: OK EVERYTHING IS OPEN
Step six: I'm hungry again
Step seven: OKAY IM STARTING
Step eight: dinner break
Step nine: K I AM OFFICIALLY SET UP AND READY TO GO
Step ten: CAFFEINE
Step eleven: STARTING
Step twelve: when did so much work accumulate
Step thirteen: well since I'm studying I must eat
Step fourteen: hot cheetos work better than caffeine
Step fifteen: naps or sleeps?
Step sixteen: brb taking a final
Step seventeen: DOUBLE SHOT
Step eighteen: wait how many shots can you give me?:D
Step nineteen: sleep is for the week
Step twenty: ok crying
Step twenty one: DGAF
leave. crash. sleep for days.
last finals week consisted of several consecutive all nighters, having people believe me to be certifiably crazy while running around the hall with a unicorn horn on, being sleep deprived to the point that I would randomly find myself laying on the ground, spending more time in the lounge than my own bedroom, falling asleep while drinking a double shot espresso, avoiding the depressing sunrise by sleeping/napping from 6:30 to 7 each morning, consuming only caffeinated beverages, eating everything unhealthy, spending time to curl my hair, do nail art, make a secret handshake and memorize lyrics to Les Mis songs, and falling asleep several times during my second final. So far this time around I have spent a majority of two days in a windowless room working with a roomful of other people not stressed about finals, I still haven't started studying when my first final is officially tomorrow, I spent the day out eating. And then went out again for dinner. And I'm sitting here typing this out instead of cramming. Got my caffeine on hand. Time to go.