And then I knew I was in hell

Last night, at 3 in the morning Alicia Key's new album began to blare through the thin layer of sheet rock that separates my room from the neighbors part of the house. Not at any normal volume, and not with just one person singing along joyfully to the tune, but with a basement full of friends and uninvited guests to a party where drinking, games, and music would endure the dark and cold. Its finals week. This was a problem, with an 8am exam( turned out it was a 12pm exam), and hearing this ridiculous song for the 100th time since last Saturday at work, I had definitely entered hell. Ironically, my New testament exam was the next morning.
This morning I woke up at 7am, grabbed a bagel from abp for the second morning in a row and sat by myself to complete my studying for this exam. As I read my eyes drifted to the top of my study sheet where I discovered that this exam was at 12pm. I went back to bed until 11am. Did well on that exam, I can feel it.
After a total of atleast 16-20 hours of studying in the past three days, I am so over the whole studying thing. Thats why I am taking a break now to write for a bit. One more exam later tonight at 8pm, and then one on Wednesday morning at 11am. Work Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, and a paper due Friday morning. Fun. Christmas is coming. Thats good, maybe I'll get some money towards my car, get my car, and take a quick vacation. Sounds too good. I was thinking earlier this week about writing a blog about how I am probably just like pretty much a regular old person. I mean, I am. What does set me apart? Not really anything. I like to do normal things, I have fears, I can be embarrassed and tickled as much as I clam that am resistant to both, and I pretend to be confident as often as I pretend to be modest. You know like, just looking around there are so many different types of people that I am not really one set apart from the rest. I probably try my hardest to fit in, and not be set apart anyway, right?

I am reading a very interesting book, I have been reading it since the summer, "Stumbling on Happiness." It's so interesting to learn about the way we think. You know, I mean why do I spend all this time and energy studying, am I going to be that much happier if I get an A on my exam, or have extra money in my pocket, or have a girl friend, or get a college degree. I think I would be happier living like Siddhartha or something. But why would I be? lol. I can't gauge anything like that with any accuracy. Well, I am meeting my sister and her roommate for dinner in an hour so I guess I should get back to studying and get some more done before dinner.

Thanks for listening.