you know it's finals week when.

it's 2 pm and you are still in your pajamas.

you can't remember the last time you took a shower.

you have eaten two bars of chocolate in the past 24 hours[thank to james, who bought my east coast souvenir in the airport on his way back, and it happened to be a pack of 3 chocolate bars... he knows me too well].

what does the floor of my room look like?

all you want is a hug from your mom and her to stroke your hair while you cry.

you say goodbye to your roommate heading to her final and make sure she doesn't forget her tissues for when she starts crying halfway through.

remind again why i thought college would be fun? [just kidding, i love it. mostly.]